#this was brought on btw by a few specific people talking to me about their cultures and languages recently

[whynaan]

How is one suppose to tell their friends that they love them? That they adore them? That they want to know everything there is to know about them? That everything they do and make and say is so so amazing and perfect? How does one tell their friends that they would hold their hand if ever they felt lonely or that they would make them their favorite food if ever they were ill? That they would tuck them into bed when they were tired, or stay up till dawn with them when they couldn't sleep? That the would do all of that and more for them if only they weren't half a world away? How does one tell their friends that they their everyday lives have changed around them? That they now stop and notice things that they previously would have missed because it was mentioned in passing that it's a thing they like? How is one suppose to tell their friends that they would adore listening to them talk about their interests, or crafts, or lives, for hours on end? That they want so badly to just know more about them. How is one suppose to tell their friends that they love them, that they adore them, when those words seem so small and insignificant compared to all of the things they feel?

#i am having a time™ #this was brought on btw by a few specific people talking to me about their cultures and languages recently #if any of my friends see this btw just know that i love you #and if anyone else sees this just know that there is likely someone who loves you just as much and simply doesn't know how to say it #this isn't the usual thing i post but i needed to say it #naan.txt

[sluttyitgirl]

omgg I completely argee!! I hope you enjoy it! it's a two part story, btw!

JUST YOU AND ME— TREVOR SPENGLER

pairing: trevor spengler x fem!reader

warning: drinking, language, implications of smut? two part story not really checked but it will be edited for spelling errors

request are open

pt.1 pt.2

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" i ask, lucky as I sit in the passenger seat of her car , putting on the finishing touches to my makeup.

Her eyes were on the road , "Yes! it's better than you being at home in your dark living room watching lame as romcoms!" I gasp , "What the fuck! they aren't stupid?" I argue "they are stupid, and your lame for thinking that its the best way to spend your time on a friday night!"

I roll my eyes irritatedly "hey be grateful I'm even in this car right now? I'm literally debating jumping out, " she chuckles.

"Stop it, you look too good right now to even think about ruining your face after jumping out of a moving car, you idiot." she shook her head.

We approached seemingly to a normal looking home. As lucky and I step out of the car making our way closer to the house, the sound of music grew louder, even louder as we actually stepped into the house. The living room was swirling with teens dancing, talking and drinking, as well as party lights flickering near the dj booth.

"Let's go get a drink -" Lucky shouted over the music before someone came over and wrapped their arms around her. "Lucky!! I'm so glad you could make it, girl!" A blonde haired girl cheered.

"Oh my gosh , Jenny! I wouldn't miss it, " she smiled. "Oh, I see you brought a partner!" Jenny came closer to me and engulfed me in a hug. "Hi! I'm Jenny!" she greeted. I nodded and smiled. "I'm y/n," I introduced.

"Well, feel free to get drinks! just have fun, let loose!" she shouted . Lucky and I smiled and nodded at her energy before she walked away.

"Okay! my goal for tonight is to get you drunk and laid!" lucky said with unusual inthusiasm. "Um... weird goal, maybe tone it down a bit?" I scratch the back my neck.

"Come on, you heard Jenny, let loose!" she smiled, "okay , lucky this whole mood of yours is so unlike you. it's kind of scary. " she rolled her eyes at my statement.

"You're like an old lady - no, you're like my grandma!" she pointed , "What?"

As she proceeded to explain how I was like her eighty year old nana, my eyes wandered around the room before settling down on a tall , lanky , curly haired boy.

Trevor roamed aimlessly around the party. He came with his new group of friends who soon left him to do body shots with two hot brunettes. "Dickheads.." he grumbled as he continued to walk around looking around until his eyes landed on one specific girl. His eyebrows raise as he takes in her features, and her body language. soon she's getting dragged away by her friend.

"Okay, let's see what we have here." Lucky scanned the drink table, "Ah! Vodka?" she looked at me, I shook my head. "All right.."

"Lucky you look for something to drink, I need to use the bathroom, okay?" she nodded before I left her side.

I made my way through the crowd, bumping into a few people here and there and getting pushed around. I got pushed too hard. I bumped I to someone by walking backward.

"I am so sorry.." My words slowed as my eyes met with the same ones from when I entered the house.

He shook his head nervously, "no your good! it's fine, " he chuckled. "Sorry, it's just im not really used to how rowdy it is in here," I laugh. he smiled understandably. "No , yeah, I get it. I'm not either, " he nodded.

I nodded asweel before relaising I should've introduced myself. I put my hand out , "im y/n.." I smile as he takes my hand to shake it,"trevor!" he grinned.

Before we knew it we were getting comfortable with each other and getting to know each other on the couch.

"Your sister sounds so sweet, though?" I laughed , drinking my fruit punch that trevor grabbed for us. "Trust me, you don't know her like I do!" he shook his head in an almost warning way.

"Okay! sorry, " I joke . He looked over at me, smirking as I took another sip of my drink. once the cup left my lips, I noticed the way he was looking at me his brows rose in an amussed way that made me start blushing, "What?" I chuckle , avoiding contact.

he shrugs , "Nothing? you're just pretty, " he said softly. I laugh, placing my head onto the palm of my hand as my elbow rested on the couch. He continued to smile at me amusingly, " Oh my gosh! stop that. " I shout, slapping his shoulder playfully. "im not doing anything?" his mouth twisted.

"Yes, you are!" I roll my eyes jokingly, "what am I doing then?"

"You're making a weird face!" she laughs, "what weird face?" he plays dumb

"A face -" Before I even began my sentence, I felt his lips on mine, unleashing a burst of sweetness and warmth. His slightly chapped lips formed with my soft ones while his hand molded around the back of my neck, pushing me closer to him. Getting kissed by a random stranger would've made me so uncomfortably grossed out, but it was trevor, and I already felt connected with him.

Since he was kissing me so passionately, I decided to get comfortable as well . I placed my hand on his shoulder, sooner having my arm wrapped around him.

"Let's get out of here..." he whispers against my neck before pecking small kisses onto it. I ran my hands through his curls. "Just you and me," he adds.

I would've never imagined what I'd do something like this , and before I knew it, I was agreeing with him , "Just you and me.." I repeated before standing up and taking his hand.

#trevorspenglersmut #trevor spengler #trevorspenglerimagine #finn wolfhard #boris pavlikovsky #finn wolfhard fanfiction #finn wolfhard smut #finnw #stranger things #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #miles fairchild #mike wheeler smut

[everythingne]

KINTSUGI - AKIN TO A PRIDE VERSE - MV1

When brought to panic by ruthless reporters, Reina snaps and hits a reporter out of instinct. In desperation, Hana flies Max to London help her daughter out of a depressive episode caused by Reina thinking that she's more like her father than she ever wants to be. And Max realizes some things about who you call family.

warnings: reporters grabbing reina, mentioned rumors of domestic abuse, mentions of child abuse and past/current broken metacarpal (hand) bones (wow look at me being sciency?), many assumptions about max's childhood, reina has a whole break down, reminder this isn’t a romance series, also btw I changed reina's age to make her 20 (legit go back and look LOL) and that totally isn't something for silly foreshadowing purposes no no, my comeback after going to college LMAO

I'M FUCKING SCREWED. I'm so fucking screwed. I can feel the anxiety coursing through my arms as I stand there, my teammates off to my side as we try and fight through the media pen. We weren't even supposed to be here but Ollie Bearman had decided he was bored and dragged me and Kimi Antonelli along to see some other drivers by wandering along the pit lane. We were all pretty civil with one another, save for one or two weird rivalries here or there, so we were quick to amass a group that eventually Trident broke up when they needed Richard back.

And then media had shown up, and we'd gotten quickly swarmed with no real way out.

Luckily, Kimi had called someone from the paddock to come get us and help us out so as we slowly pushed through the crowd as politely as possible, someone was actively coming to us.

And then I had gotten split off.

"Ollie!" I shouted, trying to grab his attention, but my voice is lost among those of the reporters who chase after him. How theres so many reporters here, I have no idea. It's not normal. And then again, nothing about this season really was normal because of the whole siblings thing.

"Miss Matsumoto!" someone shouts and a camera is shoved in my face, I try to keep a calm composure, nodding sharply in greeting as I try to continue through the crowd, "How are you feeling about your race tonight?"

"I think I'll be alright," I nod, pulling the rim of my hat down a bit further, "My team has grown a bit with Max's personal trainer giving us some tips for my physical training and it's been really interesting seeing how just changing my diet and training has made drive different."

"How is your relationship with Max?" Someone else shouts and a smile happily crosses my face, okay, I can do this. Just keep talking and just keep pushing forward. Do what Max taught you.

"He's been incredible, a lot kinder than people give him credit for." I make sure to point that out as I walk. A few more questions about Max are tossed my way, what exactly he's been teaching me (how to train for Formula One specifically, different ways to keep my brain sharp, physical training adjustments, how to cope with the drastic difference between F2 and F1, which both Logan and Oscar had already told me about), if I've met Kelly and Penelope (I have, Penelope adores me for some reason), who I've met in Red Bull (Daniel, Max, Christian, Geri, a few engineers, some other drivers who now raced for other teams, and such.)

And then someone asks something that makes my stomach crawl, "Can you tell us why we haven't seen your father in the paddock this season even though his racing company is one of your main sponsors?"

"It's only the third race. I'm sure we'll see him in Sakura." I smile, trying to keep my voice level, but the reporters have found something to latch onto. I took too long to respond.

"How is your relationship with him been impacted since moving in with your mother?"

"The timezones make it hard to speak, but he is still my father, so," I shrug, trying now a bit more desperately to shove through the crowd. They're not letting me go. I can hear Kimi telling someone to move, his voice is sharp and annoyed, but the reporter doesn't listen.

"Is it true your father abused you?"

"What?" I gape, but reporters flash cameras and shove over each other to get to me. My reaction fuels them.

"Is Project Matsumoto a real thing, or just a mimic of Project Verstappen?"

I can't even recover from the last question as I gasp out, "I'm sorry?" I don't even know what they're referencing.

"Did Red Bull pick you to be Max's sibling due to your similar childhoods?"

I can't get words out now, the berating is on, and all I can do is try and back away. I can see Ollie waving a hand, trying to beckon me through the crowd, and now FIA officials are coming to move the reporters away. It's a mess of shoving and screaming, people in my face as they repeat themselves until their voices pitch to shouts and screams. I can't move through because any step I take is immediately countered by a shift in the tide of cameras and voices, blocking my path.

"Was your fathers attitude is Sakhir last year reflective of your childhood with him?" "How did your parents divorce effect your racing career?" "Is it hard to be living away from your Japanese roots?" "Why did your mother accuse your father of emotional and physical domestic abuse when they divorced?"

A reporter steps forward and grabs me and I rip back from him. Ollie's shoving a reporter to the side, trying to grab me before he's closed off by the ocean of people around me.

"Is the rumor of your fathers mistreatment of you true?" The man asks again, trying to grab me and I stumble back in a panic. My hat is pulled off by him instead, and I just let it go as I bring my arms to my stomach and wrap around myself.

"Please! Everyone, wait--!" I cry out, the obvious panic in my tone making my skin flame with embarrassment.

"Answer the question!" The same man shouts, shoving a reporter aside as raising his hand with his microphone. All I see is the raising of a fist in the shadow of my father, and my brain reacts before I can really think about what I'm about to do.

Crack!

I gasp as soon as I make the connection. It's hard. Max's training paying off well. Ollie's infront of me, grabbing my wrists and gently pulling me to the side until he can get me out of the crowd. Prema's around me in seconds, closing me off as I stare at my hands and feel the blood seeping across my knuckles.

I'm so screwed.

They get me into the paddock, voices over my head and slipping through my ears. I'm sat in my drivers room, Ollie and Kimi being peeled from my sides to go off and get ready for the race. I can't hear, can't think, a constant ringing ruining any conscious thought. My knuckle is split. My ring finger. I stare as one of the medics begins to clean up the wound.

Not even the sting can pull me from the thoughts racing through my head.

I hit someone. Struck a man out of fear. He had grabbed me, knocked my hat off, I had every reason to hit him. Yet, I had hit someone. I could hear my father's voice ringing in the back of my head, warnings of inheritance and passing down genetics I had shaken off to make myself feel better.

I was not my father. Never would be my father. I was so sure of that. Until today.

When the medic lets go of my hand and sets it on my lap, I feel fear strike my bones. And when René comes to get me, my silence is terrifying to everyone. I stand silent, straight faced, not even cracking a smile. The cameras watch me twice as much, I react a thousand times less.

Max is sitting on his bed, Penelope happily napping on his chest as he watches the pre-race bullshit for Reina. He had off today, oddly enough, and Kelly had gone out to do some sort of PR management event which left him to watch little Penelope. No problem at all.

The pre-race is what he's expecting, he can see Ollie dragging Reina and Kimi around and amassing a small group of F2 drivers outside of Trident. He laughs when Kimi hoists Reina into his arms, loudly announcing her by her nickname of Little Lion and making the rest of the boys cheer. What he isn't expecting is when they break up from the rest of the drivers to return to their paddock. Ollie's leading Kimi and Reina back when they get cut off by a mass of reporters. F2 hadn't been prepared for their usual amount of media to almost multiply by ten, and apparently it had been causing all sorts of issues.

Like this.

The questions are easy enough. He feels a weird swell of pride when he notices how easily Reina answers the reporters compared to before he'd started teaching her some media techniques.

And then the questions shift.

He can see Reina's panic after the first question, actually he sees it as soon as the word 'father' is brought up. He sits up a bit, gently readjusting Penelope as he turns the TV a bit louder. The camera swings away for a moment to show Ollie and Kimi pause when they realize Reina's not there, and their quick turn around before the camera swaps to show Reina.

She looks horrified. Max feels a burn in his chest as he sits up and leans forward, almost willing Ollie through the crowd. He can see multiple Prema people attempting to shove through, but every attempt is in vain. Nothing is working. It's a Sisyphean task.

Then the reporter tries to grab Reina and Max has to hold himself back from getting up and shouting at the TV. Not that it's gonna change anything. Reina steps back, and her eyes are darting around, trying to find a weak spot to escape. She can't, Max realizes, as the reporters close in.

The next thing he sees is her arm jut forward, a loud crack sounding over the speakers. His jaw drops, the sight of Reina hitting someone so foreign to him. Silence falls over the crowd as Ollie grabs her and pulls her away, someone else shouting for her to come on as Prema swarms her in a protective bubble. The feed cuts there and leaves Max on a cliff hanger for thirty minutes until they are just about to start the race. The anthem is playing. But, the Reina he sees on the screen is not his Reina.

She's silent, stone faced, frozen still and almost robotic. She moves soft as a dancer, but her gaze is sharper than an ice skaters blades. She wins, sure, but he can't get her haunted look out of his brain. She carries it even through her podium, not even able to smile when she hoists the trophy above her head.

The call from Hana the next day is expected. The invite to their flat in London is not.

"She just needs someone who understands what she's going through." Hana had pleaded on the phone, "I know it's wrong of me to say it, but you were treated a very similar way when you first got into F1 and especially when you started winning. You had a similar past, you both have similar struggles. She needs your help, Max.”

Max had wanted to suggest a therapist, a psychiatrist even, but he knew Reina would rather throw herself in front of a Le Mans car, probably the Porsche 936, than talk about her problems. Which left the question of if she would even talk to him.

But he tells Christian and Geri what's happening for a second opinion, and he is told he should go.

So he's on a flight to London three hours later, about a weeks worth of clothing packed haphazardly. He thinks he forgot a toothbrush and aftershave, but he doesn't care to check. After careful conversation, Hana had agreed to let him get a hotel close by, so he could give Reina space. Hana had been so certain Reina needed him, but Max wasn't even sure if Hana had tried to reach out to her daughter herself. Apparently Reina wasn't eating, doing her training, or even the sim. She had been in bed except for when she was forced out, and luckily there was a bit longer break than usual, it gave Max time.

He gets to the flat around eleven in the morning, twirling the keys of his rental car in his hand. He tells Hana he's coming inside and she gives him the code to the lobby and to the flat. The second one isn't needed, the woman is waiting for him in the hall.

“Thank you so much for coming out here.” Hana sighs when she sees Max and he’s shocked to see the usually classy woman in such a disheveled state, he gives her a hug in greeting but allows her to ramble through it.

“I’m sorry that I’m such a mess, I just—Reina hasn’t done this in so long it’s genuinely frightening to see it again.” Hana wipes her face, sniffling as she shakes her hands to sort of shake it off, “I’ve been trying to get her to do anything and she just won’t, she’s usually twice as active after a race, not sedimentary! I don’t know what to do—“

Max cuts off her rambling with a soft, “Hey, relax. You’ve done all you can. You go and take care of yourself, I’ll talk to Reina.”

It must be what Hana needs to hear (it’s something he’d been told by his mom when comforting Victoria growing up) because Hana barrels into his chest in a hug, thanking him probably thirty times in a row before stepping back and letting him in.

The apartment is gorgeous, Max can’t lie. It’s got big windows and tons of natural lighting, bright bold colors in decorations he’s sure Reina picked out. Which, he guesses, makes sense, because it will become her apartment soon. Hana points him in the direction of Reina’s room, but seems so genuinely distraught she can’t go near.

And this is where he’s stepping off the dock.

He hesitates to knock, but does eventually. It’s soft enough he’s sure Reina won’t hear it, but then he hears the most broken, teary and bitter, “what?” from the other side of the door.

“It’s Max.” He presses his hand to the handle, eyes staring through the wood as he leans in to the door itself, almost as if trying to see Reina through it, “can I come in?”

There’s a long enough pause he thinks she’ll say no. But theres a soft, "okay."

He pushes the door open to the darkness of Reina's room. One Himalayan salt lamp is on in the corner, providing a slightly warm glow to the room. The blinds are drawn tight, blackout curtains hastily thrown over them, and Reina's head is the only part of her body that's visible under her mass of blankets. Her room isn't quite messy, just cluttered with partially empty water bottles and a plate of cold breakfast. He remembers this. The shutting yourself off part of this all, of being raised like they had. Or, the lack thereof.

"Mornin'." He says simply, walking over to sit on the edge of her bed. Reina blinks a few times, like she can't even believe Max is there, and slowly sits up.

"Why are you here?" Her voice is groggy but not in the sense of just waking up, it sounds more like shes been sobbing for hours. A claim backed up by the redness of her swollen eyes and sniffly nose.

"Your mom called." He doesn't sugarcoat, never has, "I saw the punch. What did the FIA give you for that?"

“Five second penalty. Kimi was behind by six. Didn’t matter.” She grumbled, looking over at him from where she’s bundled up. She looks miserable, and though Max knows he’s started to crack through to get her to talk, he needs to keep trying.

“Did they fix your brakes?” Max asks and Reina nods, then sits up and sighs.

“I know you didn't fly all the way from Monaco to London for small talk. What’s wrong?” She asks, scrubbing at her red cheeks as she crosses her legs and grabs a large plush Hello Kitty and buries her face in it.

“Your mom said you’re not handling it well,” Max hums, leaning back on his hand and looking over at Reina as she curls a little bit tighter around her plushie.

“I hit someone.” She whines, “I hit him.”

“He grabbed you.” Max says, looking over at Reina and letting out a tiny non-committal hum, “the reason the FIA gave you such a little punishment is because it’s self defense.”

“But Max, I hit him.” Reina emphasized and Max blinked. What the fuck was she getting at here? His confusion must be all over his face because she shifts slightly closer and he can see where she'd split one of her knuckles open. Hana hold told him the finger was technically broken, but Reina refused to wear her brace on it. Something about having already worn one in the past. Not that Max would know. But when Reina goes to ball her hand into a fist, he notes her pinkie and ring finger don't close. Daniel's injury rings in his mind for a second, but he shoves the thought away as Reina continues to repeat herself, more broken, more panicked.

“Reina," Max attempts to soothe her, scooting a a bit closer to place a hand on hers, hiding the injury from her sight, "what are you getting at here?"

"I..." She stammers, eyes darting around his face, and then she huffs out a question he's not expecting, "Are you afraid of being like your father?"

Max blinks. The silence encompassing the room for a long while before he sighs out a soft, "Yeah, terrified."

"Me too." Reina nods, flexing her hand again. Max watches the way her eyes dart down to her injury and he realizes she's trying to cue him in. It's like a puzzle, and he has to put together the pieces to get the picture. She doesn't say anything next, leaving Max to figure it out himself, so he just watches Reina.

She's fidgety, fingers tapping along her injured hand, but he notes she keeps poking her pinkie. She'd injured her right ring finger, not the pinkie, so he's not sure what she's trying to do. She's not concerned over her current injury, but the past one. His eyes trail along her clothing, her mothers old NASCAR jersey, the rest of her hidden under mass amounts of fuzzy blankets. Her hair is braided back, greasy, and knotted, her skin is dull but still clear save for one or two pimples in her hairline. She wasn't taking care of herself, he could see that, it was a classic depressive episode.

Max meets her eyes and sees shes trying to pick him apart too.

But why? What did she need to know? Max was pretty open with her, he'd told her more than he told most people. Geri had encouraged it, hell she'd even asked if she could tell Hana some stuff from when he first got to Red Bull. The first time he'd snapped at Christian, expecting to be shouted back at, but was shocked at his calm tone. The first Christmas, when he had no one to go to, and Christian invited him to their home and though Max was slightly out of place he'd stolen the attention of the kids in a heartbeat. That was the day he'd become almost like a fifth kid to the Horners. Geri had asked if he was comfortable talking about his childhood with Hana, and he had, though it was a difficult conversation. She'd asked wonderful questions about healing and growing up and moving on, asked how much moving to Monaco and being on his own at eighteen had helped. Being on his own was freeing, he'd said that much, and though he kept some parts out he knew Hana could piece it together.

Hold on.

Max had snapped because he thought Christian would be like Jos when he'd failed to overtake on a turn.

Max hadn't had anywhere to go that Christmas because it was the first time he was celebrating without any family in the same home.

Max became an unofficial Horner because his own familial issues.

Max had moved to Monaco to get away from his father.

Reina was afraid to be like her father.

Reina was always looking to Max for validation, even with how short they had known each other.

Reina's injury, from what little Max knew, was caused after she had crashed out of a race--in heer drivers room. The last time she'd seen her dad after she'd left their house in Fukushima.

Shit.

"Reina." Max starts, not sure if he even knows how to approach this. He'd been the messy one, the one to snap, the one to shout, the one to lash out. It was evident of an 'avoidant attachment style' from his childhood or whatever the hell that meant, therapists always confused him with technicalities. Max wasn't gentle, he wasn't soft like this, he was hard edges and half-broken promises. How does one avoid their own sharp edges when trying to handle something so soft? How can Max be sure he won't break Reina?

"What happened to your pinkie?" He asks, gently prodding the knuckle with his own. Reina meets his eyes. He can't find her in her own gaze.

"Boxer's fracture." She murmurs, "Like Daniel's."

"I know that, but how did it happen?" He pushes and when Reina freezes up, he whispers, "Listen, it's just us right now. I'm gonna keep you safe, yeah? Like a real brother would."

Max had enough experience protecting Victoria.

"My dad." Reina starts, then swallows and closes her eyes. She leans forward, seeking out Max, and he moves so she can rest her head on his shoulder, staring down at her hands covered by his, "Last year, when I crashed out towards the end of the season. I was living with my mom by then, so I never really saw him. I didn't even know he was at the race. I got to my drivers room and we got in an argument. My mom tried to split us up and he slapped her so hard she fell over. I pushed him to get him to leave her alone and..."

Reina struggles to find the words and whatever she had gone through is a thousand times worse than Max could've ever expected.

"He grabbed me by the wrist, I grabbed a door to get away and he slammed it on my hand. Broke my metacarpal in two places, I needed surgery, so I never finished the season. Finished thirteenth."

Max is still. So still he's not even sure he's still breathing. Reina sniffles, and Max feels her tears hit the back of his hand.

"You don't wanna wear the brace because it takes you back." He says and Reina just lets out a soft hum. He doesn't know what to do. So, he does what Geri had done the few times she'd had to comfort him. One arm around her shoulders, the other on her head, and he pulls her taught to his chest to cradle her there.

The sob she lets out shatters his heart and he tries to pull her impossibly closer. They're flush to one another, theres no more space to close, but he still tries as Reina breaks and shatters in his hands like fine china. He attempts to piece her back together but there's not enough of him intact to repair her. Max, for his benefit, has dealt with Penelope's tired melt downs and so he gives Reina a waterbottle and wipes her tears, lays her down admist her blankets and tucks her in tightly. He sits on the floor by her face, running his fingers through her hair as best he can, gently running his thumb along her shoulder.

He can tell shes not just crying because she'd hit someone, but theres more to it. And an hour or so later, when the tears subside, she finally opens her heart to him.

"I hate my dad." She whispers after maybe five minutes of silence, no longer broken by her sniffles.

"I do too." Hate his dad? Hate hers? He's not sure. But he stands up to open her curtains and blinds, hands itching to do something rather than just sit silent. The noon sun warms the room almost instantly, and Reina lifts her head to shift into the sun. He turns and speaks as he bends down to pick up a stray bottle, "Why do you hate him?"

"Just... everything he put me and my mom through." Reina sighs, "There's a lot he did I can never forgive him for."

"What did he do?" Max sits down again and Reina reaches out to his hand, which he obliges, and she pokes at his fingers.

"When I was growing up, I started karting in Japan with my father. He wanted me to race rally cars since I was born, even with his obvious disappointment I wasn’t a son. I competed for the first time on my fifth birthday, and won. I got scouted that day and my dad completely changed. It went from a little hobby I could have to a future career, especially when my mother learned she was infertile after my birth." Reina speaks monotonously, eyes distant as she recalls, and though Max has read up on her past he knows he's getting a new raw look at her life.

"My dad finally got me in rally when I was ten, a year before the divorce. I did it for three years. The worst three years of my life." Reina shifts so she's laying on her back, looking up at the ceiling and avoiding Max's eyes, "everything that my father had just simply said became physical. Every single time I made a mistake, I was hit. Every time I talked back, ignored him, walked away, did anything he deemed to be incorrect, I was hit. Sometimes just a whack to the back of my head in annoyance, most of the time closed fists. The only thing I was allowed to do was race, extracurriculars, and school. And that includes sleeping, eating, showering, and such."

"On my thirteenth birthday, my mom came to visit us in Japan for a race I had in Fukushima. I finished second because of some dirty play and my dad was so angry at the company for not catching that, he took it out on me completely. My mom and her boyfriend at the time saw the entire thing, a huge fight broke out, the cops got called, it was a whole thing.

"My mom sued my dad for only my custody, no payment, nothing. And he dug his own hole, the court found out he was spending all the money my mom sent for me on himself, I had saved years of evidence... my mom ended up getting full custody without a challenge, and a payment that amounted to all her payments of child support and then two years worth of payments of my fathers child support in advance. That all happened around the time I switched to Formula racing. The entire time I've been racing Formula I've been living with my mom and my dad has been sending child support."

"When he got... aggressive with you, was it always physical?" Max hums and Reina shakes her head. Max slowly starts to undo one of the braids to redo it, trying to ignore the greasy feeling on his hands, and she leans into his touch so much he has to pause as he feels her face rest against his arm.

"No, it was just shouting until I got into rally and then every once and a while he’d hit me. And the most he did before I got into rally was slap me once when I was like, six? But it was mostly just him ignoring me or screaming at me, or making me race to exhaustion." Reina sighs as she then rolls to curl up against his side and Max adjusts so that he's half laying down with Reina curled up on his chest. It's similar to the way he'd gotten the youngest Horner kids to sleep when he'd visit or babysit over the years.

"My father is one of the worst people on the planet," Reina stares out the window. Max hums non-committedly, moving a little bit closer as Reina speaks in the most dead tone he's ever heard as she says, "and I have always been his favorite punching bag."

"I was my father's favorite too." Max admits and Reina nods.

"What was he like?"

"Just a lot more manipulative and way less physical. A lot of it was just him ignoring me, leaving me places, shouting at me, pressuring me. A lot of manipulation when I'd call him out on it." Max hums, finding the braid he'd half undone to fully pull it out. Reina grabs a brush off her nightstand and hands it to him so he can start to brush out her hair. It's weirdly remnant of Victoria and Penelope. Reina hums and as Max brushes out her hair, he feels the way her body relaxes.

“So did you pick me or did Red Bull?” Reina asks maybe five minutes later and Max hums, fingers finding loops of her hair to slowly braid it again. Practically hearing Geri’s voice instructing him on how to braid because it was ‘something good to know for Penelope.’ He was glad he had listened to her. It was a good thing to know.

“They told me I was gonna train you, then told me I was gonna train Ollie.” Max hums, “Ollie’s great but… I dunno. I just knew I should mentor you. Call it divine intervention but I knew.”

“Im glad you chose me.” Reina murmurs against the fabric of his hoodie and he realizes how odd this moment is. He’d packed up in thirty minutes, gotten on a two hour flight, and spent an hour coaxing his mentees trauma out so he can help her. He could’ve just said he was busy, and yet he’d already given so much of his heart to Hana and Reina he knew he couldn’t just abandon them. Reina needed him just as much as he needed her.

"I'm glad I did too. And... listen, Rei, you hitting this guy because he scared you doesn't make you an abuser." Max watches as Reina picks her head up, resting her chin on his sternum to watch him, "and Reina, you being afraid of being like your father tells me you will never be."

"But I just... I hit someone like he hit me and it was just an echo. He always told me I would grow up to be like him." Reina closes her eyes and Max takes a hand to cup her face, running his thumb along her wet undereyes.

"But you hit out of fear, not out of anger or with the intention of abusing someone, thats the thing that will never make you like him."

Reina nods, and Max knows it'll probably take him the whole week to convince her of that. But, as Reina lays her head back down with a soft thank you, he feels like he's done enough. Only twenty four hours ago he had Penelope sleeping on his chest. Now Reina’s in the same spot, her hand reaching out to cup the setting sun with her injured hand.

“Kintsugi.” She says softly, then sits up. Max watches her, head tilting as she moves to her closet and swings the door open. Grabbing a stool, she clambers up to the top shelf and starts rustling around. From his vantage point on the bed, Max can see deep scars running the inside of her leg and wonders briefly where they’re from before Reina settled back in front of him on the couch. She sees him looking and swallows, digging something out of a box from her closet.

“Also from my dad.” She says, eyes flickering up, “same day my mom was in Fukushima.”

“Ah.” Max nods, and lets Reina continue to rustle. He wants to ask questions, but he’s curious as to what she’s doing. She sets down her brace and a thing of gold paint and hands a brush to him.

“What is this?”

“Okay. It’s kinda stupid because this is no where close to what you’re supposed to do, but hear me out,” Reina raises her hands in defense. Max let’s her have the floor, he’s not gonna judge her.

“Kintsugi, it’s a Japanese art of repairing broken pottery or dishes or whatever with urushi lacquer mixed with powered gold or whatever and I don’t have lacquer and this isn’t technically broken but!” Reina pauses her rambling, chews her lip, and looks away from Max and to the window, “When I had my first hand brace, my Jiji—my grandmother, she painted it with this beautiful gold design. She told me it was my kintsugi. That I was broken, and that she was mending me. And… she’s always been my biggest support. Besides my mom, Jiji sacrificed so much for me, almost all her salary went to helping me get into F4 because my dad stopped helping me pay for racing until he started sponsoring me last year. And… Kintsugi is our thing. If she breaks anything she waits for me to fix it.”

There’s something hanging here, something so vulnerable, so Max asks with plenty of pause to show his trepidation, “Why did you give me the brush, then? Where’s Jiji?”

“In Washington.” Reina hums, “And… you… you’re a really big supporter to me. And you mean a lot to me, Max. I’ve only known you for half a year now but… you’ve helped me with a lot. And you sacrifice a lot for me. You flew all the way here to help me because my Mom asked. And don’t think Christian didn’t tell me about you trying to anonymously sponsor me.”

Max laughs softly, “Guilty as charged.”

“I want you to paint something on it. Anything. I have a—“ Reina starts to dig again, “a gold marker too. I do this all the time with things I break—like my phone cases or my hair ties. This is a whole bin of knockoff Kintsugi.”

She hands Max the marker and then rolls off to the side to curl back into her blankets, but rests her head on his thigh. Max sits and stares at the brace in his hand, rolling it around in his grasp as he thinks of what to write. There’s about a thousand things that ring through his head, and none he can settle on.

And then he gets an idea.

While Reina watches him focus, the golden light of the sun haloing him, she wonders briefly if she’s found her own form of Kintsugi in him. Sure they weren’t perfect, and both deeply troubled in their own right, traumas rooted deep within them, but they had each other and that was what they needed.

And Max knew he found Kintsugi in Reina.

Reina sits up when Max hands her the brace back, making an odd face when she sees its written in Dutch.

“laat u niet definiëren door uw naam. Do not be defined by your name.” Max says simply, and Reina looks up at him and tears prick in her eyes immediately. When Max helps her put it on, he adds a bit more gold flare to the boring black brace and smiles.

“Now you can wear it, yeah?” he says, and Reina leans up to wrap her arms taught around him. He laughs softly and hugs her back, letting her bury her face in the side of his neck.

If she sobs, he doesn’t comment, just lets her lay there until she’s run dry.

A week later, Max is unpacking in Monaco when he notices something new in his bag. He finds a small little keychain, a little blue ribbon tied to a clasp he knows he can snag on his keys. It’s in Japanese, but the note attached makes him smile a little watery smile.

‘Max,

Thank you. That’s all I can say. For everything you were supposed to help me with, and everything you chose to do on your own. I hope I can return the favor.

Reina.

ps. it says ‘do not be defined by your name.’ just like my brace,’

The keychain hangs off the zipper of his work jacket instead. And if anyone asks—and Yuki is the first to ask the meaning since he knows what it actually says, he simply smiles and says it’s a gift. No other explanation needed.

Except for when Geri asks, and he tells her the whole story, and then Christian ‘yells’ at him for making Geri cry.

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[misc-obeyme]

helloo :D <3 hope you're having a super lovely day!!

the topic came up while talking with a friend so i thought it'd be fun to ask here too, how would you rate the om cast (i suppose from best to worst? however you want haha) in terms of reacting to you crying?

feel free to answer specifically in regards to yourself, since i know different people want different things (ie satan is great but while his logic and rational thinking may work for some people if he so much as tried to ask why i was crying i would probably start crying harder OOPS)

Hello there!! My day has been splendid and I hope you're having a lovely one as well!! (I really love your art style btw!)

Fun fact about me - I am a crier. Movies, weddings, sad commercials, beautiful melodies, you name it and it's likely made me cry at some point. I personally would just be like don't worry about it, I do this all the time, just give it a minute.

However I've also had bouts of crying that were brought on by stress. Like you're just overwhelmed or there's just too much to deal with or something genuinely awful happened. So assuming it's a situation like this and not just me crying about puppies, here is my rank, from best to worst!

Barbatos: This is definitely due to my bias and what I personally would want in such moments. I think Barbatos would be the kind of person who would simply sit with you. If you wanted him to hold you, he would. If you wanted him to listen to you talk about what's bothering you, he would. He would comfort you and probably make you tea and just be present. I have a lot of really strong and swirling emotions and it really helps just to be with someone who is calm.

Simeon: He also strikes me as the one to keep his cool, stay calm, and just hold you. I think he'd be a little bit more doting than Barb - like he might fuss over you a bit. I also see him being more cuddly, like his first reaction is to hold you close and keep you there. And then his second reaction is to cook something for you lol.

Solomon: This is another one that is likely just due to my bias. Because Solomon cares a lot about MC specifically and if they came crying to him, he would alternate between wanting to comfort them and wanting to do something to stop whatever is causing them to suffer. I think Solomon might get a little solution oriented at first, asking you questions about what's going on, possibly asking if he needs to fight someone or something - but if you tell him that you just need him right then, he'll listen.

Beelzebub: Another one who will be the calming presence in the face of chaotic emotions. He would likely try to feed you, too, but aside from that, I think Beel would just listen and be present.

Asmodeus: More empathic in reaction than the others, I think Asmo wouldn't just sit there and try to comfort you. I think he'd see you crying and then start crying himself. Now he's crying with you and there's something therapeutic about crying together.

Diavolo: Kinda like Solomon in that I think he'd initially be like okay what do I need to do to fix this. He's also solution oriented right of the bat, but will listen if you say you just want him to comfort you. Then he switches to his more sympathetic side and might even shed a few tears himself.

Lucifer: Lower on the list because this man is so emotionally repressed, I don't think he'd know what to do with a crying MC. His logic would be the thing that prevails, trying to find solutions, but also knowing to just comfort you if necessary. I think he'd try but his success rate might not be great lol.

Satan: Just like you said, I think Satan would be all about finding a way to fix things. My dad is like this. Any time anyone is upset, he tries to find the best solution. And in order to find the best solution, you gotta discuss the problem. And in order to discuss the problem, you gotta maybe stop crying if you can. Like okay you are not helping lol. And I don't know if Satan would be able to fully disengage from that need to fix things. Like I appreciate it and I would go to him when I was ready to talk about solutions and such, but a lot of times the solution is just to cry it out.

Belphegor: Belphie strikes me as the type who would be like okay let's take a nap or let's distract you and worry about this later. This puts him low on my personal list because I use sleep as a way to avoid things and that's never been good. It's been a real problem for me personally. I think if you were the kind of person who would find comfort in taking a break from the feelings for a bit, then it might work better for sure.

Mammon: Mammon is also low on my list for similar reasons. I think he would try to distract you. Let's watch a movie or let's go out or something along those lines. I also think he might just straight up panic if you showed up crying. He might start crying with you too but in a I don't know what to do about this kind of way.

Leviathan: I love Levi, I really do, but he is the lowest on my list because I don't think he would be calm at all. I think he would be extremely nervous, have no idea what to do, be overly worried about you. You could convince him to calm down and just hold you, but I know I wouldn't have the mental capacity to do that if I was in that state. He would also try to distract with anime and video games and that's all well and good but only after I've cried it out lol.

I didn't include the newbies because I feel like I don't know them well enough to put them in the rank. But currently I love the idea of Thirteen being soft and sweet, the calm one that will hold you. Mephisto might be alarmed at first, but then eventually realize you need comfort, too. Raphael I dunno he kinda seems like he might go the Satan route lol.

Anyway, that's just my personal ranking! It's definitely going to be different for everyone, as you said! In the end, I think they'd all do their best to help you.

Thank you for asking, this was fun to think about!

#Barbatos ranks number one in my lists once again #no surprise there lol #but this is one of the reasons I love him so much tbh #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me brothers #obey me side characters #shootingstarrfish #cc mutuals #misc answers

[popawritter12]

Can I send a request of yandere Kenshi specifically masked kenshi.

Author's Notes: By “masked Kenshi” I imagine when he already has the bandana, right? I'm kind of bad at English, I'm sorry if this one-shot isn't as you expected.

BTW Im sorry for taking me so much time to make this :c

Yandere! Kenshi

Yandere Character: Kenshi (I don't remember his last name)

From the video game/manga/anime/movie/series: Mortal Kombat 1

Case: kidnapping, mention of escape, Stockholm syndrome.

Warnings: No.

Finished: Yes

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I always found his behavior strange.

Maybe that was why I initially wanted to get closer to him. It was mostly my cheap curiosity, though, he took it personally; thinking that I really was in love with him and was looking to have a life with him, even when that wasn't really the case. He locked me away and forced me to live this life, one I never sought, nor desired, but it was also not something I could face or counteract.

I still remember very well the night he took me away from everyone. It was cold and a little cloudy, but never cloudy enough for it to rain, it seemed that he had been waiting for this moment, a moment in which it was at any moment it could rain and thus clear his tracks, but at the same time be was going to give me enough time to take me away from everyone, to get away from this life that I always had.

The first nights in which he kidnapped me, I didn't have a very good time, so to speak, in the sense that he was quite strict and almost every time I responded badly or did something in a way that he didn't consider correct, he responded by screaming or trying to hurt me, condescending manner. And it was totally the opposite if it was “good.”

To tell the truth, I would never have suspected that this could happen, since the few conversations I had with him were focused on quests or with other people, and I found it surprising that it all ended this way.

But hey, at least I don't have chains on my hands 24 hours a day —Do I have them on my feet at night? Yes—, but it is necessary, important, just as I couldn't control the rest of the things and much less could I know what moment would be the right one to get out of here.

And although most of the time he was at home —or at least the time I was awake since I slept in the afternoon— and he was not very talkative so to speak…, in fact for the most part he always remained serious and without saying almost anything. no words.

I often get depressed thinking about the days before this, where I was happy, where I knew everyone and where I had friends everywhere, but now that was purely taken away from me. And although I understand his reasons fairly well, I consider them unfair, selfish and aberrant.

But at least his family came to visit me from time to time, even Cage came to visit me and gave me certain things like clothes or books.

In fact, I find it surprising that someone like him is the only one allowed to talk to me. And although when I asked him if he could try to convince Kenshi of the decisions he was making, but he just shook his head saying that it is a hopeless case, and that the best thing I could do was get used to it, even if it was an attempt.

Pathetic, was what I thought; It seemed quite strange to me that the only person who even had the possibility of helping me decided to simply turn his back on me and give me minimal things so that I could at least try to "get used to" this life that I have now.

But hey, nothing is worse.

Honestly, I kept thinking that maybe it would just be a passing feeling, something that he would temporarily feel that would last until a certain period, and that he would progressively let me go, letting me go…, but I would never be more wrong.

As the days went by he seemed to be gaining more confidence, which was the complete opposite of what I expected. Sometimes he brought me gifts, during the nights he asked me if I wanted to sleep with him, if he could stand next to me so he could protect me while I rested, and although sometimes I refused, eventually I had to give in and know that I would never have a normal life again.

I still remember one time I tried to escape, I tried to try and see how far he could go, to where he was going to chase me. I tried to go to several cities or even go many towns away, seeking even the support of someone like Liu Kang or any of his warriors to think about even going with the Ling Kuei, but I quickly ruled it out since I was at war with their “other half” of the family.

However, each attempt was worse than the last, since he always found me, sometimes faster, sometimes he took a few days, etc. It was strange to think how he knew where I was because he would even have found me even faster than I could think.

Even if he have sometimes raised his voice to me, i understand it in some point, maybe be because my attempts to escape being almost daily at one point.

He would constantly increase the number of chains on my body or simply add more security to the window or doors, but I always found some way to escape from those four walls.

However, those events were a couple of months ago; I would say about six. And in fact, thinking recently I realized that I was quite skilled at one point, being that I could go through entire towns and get tired only when I had just arrived, and only when I knew I was safe could I give myself a rest and a well-deserved lie down on a bed.

And now I knew there was no way to escape, that somehow I would always know where I was, that no matter where I went, I would always know when and how to find myself at the right moment, I knew that my life was condemned to remain by his side. , chained and locked in a place that almost no one knew.

And that's why today was a special day.

I barely managed to become aware of the time and time I was in; I got out of bed, gave the room a little order and approached the door at the entrance to my room, but before I could take the doorknob, he opened the door, a soft squeak of wood was heard. , silent.

—Hello, Kenshi, —I greeted, my voice softer than usual —, how did you wake up?

He didn't answer, he just took one of my hands.

I smiled, knowing the habit he had picked up for a couple of months. He would check my palms, caress my skin and notice if it was more damaged, or rougher than my skin normally is, and if it was, then he didn't treat me very well during the day.

—Then I guess the noises were from the animals —he mentioned, his fingers now running over the tips of mine —. I'm glad to know you haven't hurt yourself trying to run away yet.

A soft laugh escapes my lips, letting him take and caress my palm to his liking.

—Yeah, digging in the dirt wasn't such a good idea for my hands, you know? I learned it months ago —I joked, before separating his hands from mine. —. By the way, are there wild animals at night?

He remained imperturbably calm, and only nodded in response.

—Two nights ago I noticed them —he admitted, —but I thought you were you trying to escape.

I laughed at this, before taking one of his hands, my fingers settling into the gaps between his half-open ones. My gaze stayed on our hold, as I only panted softly.

—Well, then I guess you would have to get used to dealing with those animals.

He looked confused, and was even more so when he saw the grip he had with my fingers wrapped around each of his knuckles.

—Just because you said so?

—Because I don't plan any escape.

—You always say the same thing, —he emphasizes—, and then you run away from me.

—This time is different —I clarify, before looking at him again for a second, I gently pressed my fingers against his knuckles again —, I seriously don't plan anything."

Just by noticing the gesture of his lips and eyebrows I noticed that he was hesitant; He had learned the different expressions he had, and each one was more intriguing than the last.

—Fine. —he whispered, not very convinced.

He let go of my hand, and without telling me anything he just left the hallway, going to what I assumed was his room.

Since he never let me into his room; It was a strange thing, the obsession he had with me not touching his room under any circumstances.

In part, I was a little hurt by his indifference to my revelation, since I very rarely lied to him, but it didn't take me long to go look for him.

His steps were not hurried, but he could tell that he just wanted to be alone for a moment. When I tried to call him, he ignored me, and only advanced to the door of his room, where he took out the padlock that secured it and entered it.

Denying what I was trying to tell him, I just headed to the kitchen, ready to finally replenish my energy with anything that would serve as fuel for my body. And while I was taking some time to prepare it, I was just thinking about a couple of things.

Since when had I accepted my destiny? I guess I've been thinking about it for a month now.

How long will this last? Until the end of my life, I guess.

Do I have any way to escape? Nah, most likely not.

It was a little painful to think that I was no longer going to try to regain my long-awaited freedom, limited to being between six rooms and a hallway.

The more I think about it, the more my mind focuses on random points in my vision, and in the end, I just longed to stop overthinking this situation.

Suddenly, I notice that a hand took mine, giving gentle caresses and stopping my movements.

—Oh, Kenshi, what would you like…?

—How sure are you that you're not going to escape?

I gasped softly, trying not to lose my bearings at that moment.

—I already told you that I'm not going to escape.

—You said the same thing 6 months ago, and then you ran away.

—What way do you have to prove that I am trying to escape?

—You're too calm these days.

I sighed, stopping cooking.

—You are too paranoid.

He frowned, before letting go of my hand.

—I'm not, I just don't trust you.

I tried again and again to reason with him, but I found little use in conversing with him. I felt stressed thinking that this was useless, coincidentally I got tired but I couldn't get out of that situation, I wanted to stay there for as long as possible.

But it only exhausted me more mentally the thought of him that I was about to escape, or that I was planning to do something bad to him.

It was then that, out of my own coherent line of thought, I limited myself to taking a sharp step towards him, placing myself right next to his body and my face facing his cheek.

Gently but quickly my lips landed on his cheek, placing a soft kiss on his undamaged skin.

The sensation of kissing his skin wasn't very different from other things, in fact it was almost like giving a kiss to my wayward pet.

However, when I moved away from the sudden display of affection, a hand on the back of my neck stopped me, forcing our lips to connect with each other with a gentle but forceful push.

With my pupils dilated, I was surprised, knowing that I couldn't escape his grasp, I limited myself to just letting him follow his path with the contact, unless until he wanted to stop.

—I guess that's a sign of trust, —He playfully separated from me —, tell me, will you give me more signs of trust in the future?

Playful and idiotic, I guess I discovered a new side of him.

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[synthleeius]

august slipped away (into a moment of time)

taylor swift reference sorry im unoriginal

i am so sorry for this btw this is mt first time writing for tighnari if it doesnt sound like him at all do not continue to read it and hold it against me forever 😁🫶😋😝

lee!aether

ler!tighnari

(theres not alot of tickling but um. 💔)

Tighnari sighed as he looked at the other, who was currently laid out on the small cot they kept in the infirmary. He thanked the archons that Collei had found the well-known Traveller on the paths of the forest momentarily after he had passed out. He was waiting for him to awake before he did any serious examinations, but from what he saw from glancing along the vital areas he could say with confidence he’ll be fine. (Atleast, that's what he told a worried Collei..)

His ears straightened up immediately when he heard Aether stirr, his eyes fluttering half open with a groan. He moved to sit up, too quickly he may add, pressing a hand to his temple.

Tighnari stood up and moved over to his side, gently placing a hand on his shoulder to steady the fragile figure. “Hey, easy..” he murmured soothingly, his voice filled with concern. “Collei tells me you took quite a fall. Are you dizzy at all?”

Aether paused for a second, processing the recent events. “..um, a bit, I think?"

The fox thought for a moment, before reaching for the cup of water he had prepared when the other was brought in. “Here, take a sip. It’ll help with the lingering dizziness.”

“Thanks..” The blonde spoke, taking the glass with both hands in fear it’ll spill. He took a slow sip, blinking away the blurriness in his eyes. Tighnari nodded, taking the glass back with ease. “Now.. more importantly, do you remember what happened?”

“Yeah, it.. just..- sorry.” He chuckled, trying to speak and form his thoughts into words at the same time. He was still adjusting, after all. “I was looking for materials, these flowers. I think I just stood up too fast, and I started to see black dots.. yknow?”

Tighnari listened attentively, his brows furrowing with concern as he pieced together what happened. “Hm.. I’ve heard that a few times, actually. Well.. that isn’t surprising, because I assure you I’ve heard it all.”

Aether laughed softly, “I’m sure you have, ‘nari.” As he was talking, he shifted himself to sit facing the other.

“But.. It sounds like you're describing a combination of a sudden change of position and low blood sugar. Can I ask the last time you’ve eaten?”

“I-.. huh.” He began to speak before cutting himself off, thinking for a moment. “Yesterday.. midday-ish?”

Tighnari sighed, his ears twitching. “Now, that plays a part of the problem. You have to make sure you're taking care of yourself before you go out on your adventures, or things like this happen.”

“In my defence, I wasn’t ad-.. Okay, okay.” He paused when he looked up to see Tighnari staring at him with a specific look, putting his hands up in defence.

“So, what now? You’ve given me your little lecture, I'm not dizzy anymore.. I can go, right?” He said as he let his arms fall to his sides, leaning forward a bit.

“Hah, funny.” Tighnari half-scoffed, standing up straight before continuing. “I still have to make sure you're completely okay, physically. It's one of the many, many rules here.”

“Is that necessary? I mean.. aren’t you a botanist?” Aether tilted his head in confusion, a part of him trying to convince Tighnari to forget about the technicalities.

“Oh trust me, I know.” He huffed, turning to pick up a piece of paper behind him. “I majored in botany, and helping people grow a brain is not my area of expertise.”

“Rude, but fair.” Is all he replied with, watching as the fox turned back around with the said paper in his hands as he skimmed the information. “So.. You fell, which means I have to check your head, and limbs. Fun, right?”

“I’m ecstatic right now, can’t you tell?” Aether said in a deadpanned tone, glancing off for a second before returning his attention to the other. “Yeah? Well, maybe It’ll convince you to take better care of yourself.”

“Okay.. tilt your head down for me.” Not giving him a chance to reply to his comment, he carded a hand through the other hand in search of any dried blood or cuts. “A headache is to be expected.. but are you experiencing any other sort of pain?”

“Not really.” He shifted slightly, but stayed mostly still. “If you mess my hair up, you're redoing it.”

Tighnari simply laughed at his comment, rolling his eyes. “Uhuh..” However, Aether barely heard him and was more focused on his hand. The soft touch travelled to the back of his head, dangerously close to the back of his neck. In response, his back tensed up as he tilted his head back up. “Sohorry- it just felt weird.”

The other looked at him with a knowing look, a smug smile forming on his face. “Just weird?” He asked, before picking up the paper again and jotting something down. “Mhm.”

“I’m sure.. put your arms out.” Aether did as he was told, holding his arms out with his wrists facing up. “Any pain?”

“No- ow!” He yelped, pulling his arm back as soon as Tighnari began gently squeezing starting from the top. “Okay, a little pain.."

“Hm..” He hummed, inspecting the area. “It’s only a bruise, no need to fret.”

“I wasn’t, you just scared the shit out of me-hah! - Nahari!” He yelped as he felt a hand squeeze his side, jolting back. “Watch your language, I’m not sure where Collei is.”

“Obviously not here- wait! Sorry, I'm sohorry!” he gasped as the hand inched closer again, causing him to giggle in anticipation.

“That's what I thought. Now, stay still. You're squirming a awful lot for somebody who wants this over and done with.” Tighnari said smugly, continuing down his arms before leading them to lay down to his torso.

“Everything seems okay.. Can you stand?” He moved back so the traveller could get up, watching as he stood with ease. “Hm.. No, don't think so.” Aether replied, looking at Tighnari with a faked look of confusion.

“You're hilarious.” All the other said in response, rolling his eyes half-heartedly. “I know, right? Am I as funny as Cyno, Tighnari?”

“hah.. you're just as immature as he can be, Aether.”

“But you still laughed~” Aether teased, crossing his arms over his chest with that stupid, smug smile on his face.

“I can think of a couple of ways to make you join me.” He said in a calm and collected tone, watching as the other stuttered slightly at his words. “Oh, so now you're a comedian?”

“Did you think that I’m joking?” Tighnari looked up with that glint in his eyes, before writing a few more things down that Aether couldn’t be bothered to snoop at.

“Annd.. done. You're free to go.”

“..What?”

“I said you're done. Apologies for holding you up.” He said, folding the paper and setting it on the chair. “But you said that-..”

“What? Were you expecting something, perhaps?” Aether huffed under his breath, glancing away momentarily to collect himself. “Tighnari.”

With a laugh, Tighnari rolled his eyes and took a step closer. “I’m kidding, I'm kidding.. come here."

“..Stop looking at me like that.” He replied but still took a step forward. “Well, you just asked me to tickle you, so I have to look at you some way.”

“I did nohot-!” He yelped softly when he felt sharp nails scratching up his hips, unfortunately Tighnari was careful not to dig into him.. which in response just produced a barely-there tingling sensation.

He flinched forward, deciding if he was gonna end up falling over he’d drag the fox down with him. After jolting into the other’s hold, he pressed his face into hiding. this is his fault after all. Him and his stupid nails, and smug smile.. Aether was gonna get him back, just.. not right now. Convenient, right?

“Don't deny it,” He laughed softly at Aether’s attempt, pressing his thumb into the back of his ribs as his fingers wiggled into the front of the bones. “You definitely did.”

“Thahats- nohot fair! Yohour a liar! Lying!” He wailed, his frantic giggled morphing into intoxicating laughter at the change of spots. “No need to be so defensive.. Laughing is good for you, actually. When you laugh, it relieves your stress re-”

“I dohohon’t cahahare!” Aether cut him off, his hands finding Tighnari’s wrists and holding them in place. Tighnari simply sighed, before moving his nails to spider down his stomach. The movement resulted in a sudden cackle, ceasing any backtalk entirely.

“As I was saying before I was interrupted..” He said with a tone of fake annoyance, before continuing to speak on the matter. It only lasted a minute, maybe two, before Aether pushed at his chest as hard as he could in his position.

“so- oh, hello again. What's so funny?” He asked with a knowing tone, stilling his hands momentarily. “I.. hahahahate yohohou..” He giggles, taking in heavy breaths of air.

“I’m sure you do.” Tighnari chuckled, “but here you are."

“sahahadly, yes.” He sighed happily, his relief cut off before the soft touch started up again and scribbled along his mid-back and up his spine.

The gentle sensation sent shivers through his body, rocking himself left to right slightly to try and rid of them. "yohohour nails ahare hohorible, by the wahay."

"For you, maybe. I can see why, it would be a lot bearable if they were shorter." Tighnari assessed, drawing soft circles with his fingertips.

"noho shihit," Aether replied sassily, but his rapid giggling made sure it came off with no ill intent.

Soon enough the fingers came to a stop, replaced with a palm rubbing the ghost tickles away. "Hm.. Well, I can't let you laugh too hard.. you could get lightheaded. You've had enough, surely?"

"yohour cruehehel.. yes."

#lee!aether #ler!tighnari #genshin tickles #genshin tickle #genshin impact tickles #genshin impact tickle #listened to boygenius while writing this ty for asking #syns stuff #ALWAYS A ANGEL NEVER A GOD💔💔☹️☹️

[gothhabiba]

Hi! Morrocan mint tea anon here.

I’m not Morrocan myself, but due to family relationships my dad spent a lot of time with his little brother’s Moroccan family, and brought me along, so I grew up with a lot of Moroccan food as a child, including Moroccan mint tea.

I’m sorry if I was weird about it! I’ll try and keep my eye on these kinds of things in the future. I noticed you were talking about Morocco in your last post, and made the comment. I’ll do a better job of not making unnecessary comments in the future. I’m truly sorry if I made you uncomfortable!

It is very common for racialised people to be approached and addressed specifically and immediately on the topic of food—upon being told, guessing, or otherwise extracting information about my ethnicity from me, the #1 comment a (usually) white person will usually give me is about how much they love Moroccan food (the #2 comment is about how their mother's bassoon teacher's dog's vet's sister was from Iraq or something, lmao)—I recall reading on a white woman's cooking blog's recipe for warqa dough that she had gotten the recipe by seeing a woman at a park, guessing that she was Moroccan, chasing her down, and immediately demanding to be taught how to make it.

This is, like I said, a very common trope, and it's tiring and uncomfortable in the same way that anything that is repeated often is uncomfortable—but especially so since food is literally something you consume—a culture with which someone associates you (thus, in a way, you) is being reflected back at you through their eyes as symbol, destination, thing, object of desire, but never "structure," anything with depth or life of its own. This sort of thing puts me in mind of the Orientalist project (which, in fact, originated in North Africa)—create a curiosity for a culture, present it as a series of curios, things to be experienced, foods to be eaten, décor to be purchased, all in a way that reinforces the right of the coloniser both to extract material value from the nations it imperialises but also to present that culture to his or her own nation, or even to itself—to say what the culture is "like," which objects the culture consists in (so that these objects, and the labour required to mine, forage, harvest, and/or craft them, can be forcibly extracted from the colonised or imperialised country, and demand for these objects can be created in the colonial 'centre')—that is to say, to present a culture or shoved-together group of cultures as nothing more than a series or collection of objects or vignettes.

I also find it odd that, not only did you immediately associate Morocco with this object and need to tell me about it upon learning that I was Moroccan (and really, what am I meant to say in response?)—you also, assuming you learnt this information to-day, found it out as a result of racist and Islamophobic harassment being directed against me due to my ethnicity—and then, rather than commenting on or denouncing said racist harassment or just, like, continuing to scroll, you made a comment about food...... perhaps you didn't see the series of asks I got from this person (just to-day, though there were others a few months ago, and there were more in my inbox that I just simply deleted), but you can see why this gives me pause.

I really don't mean to berate you btw—I appreciate your apology & wouldn't bother explaining any of this if I didn't think you were being genuine

[wonder-queen-123]

Just Let Me Die! MHA x Depressed Self Harming Suicidal Reader

You’ve been through a lot in your life. Your family constantly fights, and sometimes it gets physical; you have two older siblings, and they constantly hit you. Your oldest brother Joshua more often than not uses you as his personal punching bag, while your other sibling encourages Josh.

Your dad has shoved you against the wall a handful of times already, and has thrown at least three empty beer bottles at you. Your whole life has been like this, and to make matters worse, you’re being bullied at school.

Constantly shoved into the lockers, sometimes even being stuck in one; water, paint, soda, etc. being poured on your head, and of course, every so often, would have at least one person trying to hit you with their quirk.

You start to question why you’ve put up with this for so long, why you allow people to do these kinds of things to you.

**Sidenote: at one point during you being bullied, your main bully [Bakugo, of course] tells you that you don’t have a life, and if you want him to stop bullying you then you should just kill yourself….to which you actually take into consideration….and attempt it. As the bullying gets worse, you attempt to kill yourself again and again and again.**

One day, you decided you had enough of your life, so you started looking and thinking about what you could do to cope with everything….that’s when it suddenly hit you.

You remembered that your dad kept a box of different sized razors in his room, so one day you walked in, and took it. You also took a pack of cigarettes that your mom had, along with a few of her lighters.

You then went back to your room, and locked the door. You sat on the floor in the middle of your room, rolled up both of your sleeves, and unbuttoned your pants just enough to access your thighs.

You first brought the lighter to your wrists, and began to slowly burn, before moving to your thighs. After that, you took the pack of cigarettes, and took one out, and lit it.

You took a few puffs, then placed the end of the cigarette on your hand, and let it burn for about two minutes before removing it. You then took out one of the blades from the box, and began cutting both of your wrists, and thighs. You then put the cigarette out, and hid everything under your bed.

Deku was the first one to notice your self harm marks, specifically the burn on your hand, and cuts and burns on your wrists.

The two of you were training together, when your sleeve had slid up slightly. That distracted Deku long enough for you to knock him on his feet, and instead of getting up almost immediately after like he had been doing, he sat on the ground, looking up at you.

You didn’t notice that your sleeve had slid up, nor did you realize that Deku saw your scars. As you started approaching him, he thought he saw something just barely sticking out of your pocket.

He didn’t get a good look at it, but all he saw was something that looked like metal. “P-Puppy?” He stammered, looking at you. “Wh-what’s in your pocket? Also….what happened to your arm? Did Kaachan do something to you? Did he or Todoroki burn you by accident?”

Your heart almost immediately dropped, and you looked over at Deku. “Um…i-it’s nothing, Midoriya. Do-do you want to continue training? Or we can call it a day if you want.” You said, looking at him nervously.

Btw, some of your classmates had nicknames for you.

**Class 1A’s nicknames for you:**

Deku: Puppy, Smiley

Todoroki: Snowflake

Kirishima: Cutie, Pebble, (possibly Gemstone)?

Denki: Sparks, and Sparkplug

Tsu: Froglet, Lilypad, Lily

Mina: (Miss/Mr.) Smiles

Bakugo: [this one might seem more like an insult, but Smiling Freak]

Everyone else…apart from Grape Boy: N/N (Your nickname)

Deku looked at you with concern in his eyes. “Puppy, please talk to me. What’s wrong?” He said. You didn’t want to talk about anything at the moment, so you just brushed him off.

“Nothing, Deku. I think…I’m done training for the day. I’ll see you later.” You said, as you started walking away. “Wait!” Deku called out after you, but you continued on your way.

You didn’t want anyone knowing that you were self harming, or about your home life….at least, not yet.

As you walked away, Deku watched you, his kind-hearted gaze following you until you had gone out of sight. Little did you know, Deku wasn't one to give up easily, especially when someone he cared about was hurting.

He desperately wanted to help, but he knew he couldn't force you to confide in him. He understood that opening up about your struggles was a personal decision that only you could make.

But that didn't stop Deku from brainstorming ways he could offer support without prying or making you feel uncomfortable. He decided to start by subtly checking in on you, sending you small messages of encouragement and letting you know that he was there for you whenever you needed.

*’Im fine, Midoriya. You can stop worrying so much. Besides, it’s not important; and there’s other things that you should be focusing on and worrying about…such as hero training, and working to become a future hero. Don’t worry about me, I’m completely fine.’* You texted, not wanting to worry anymore about your problems.

Midoriya read the text, understanding your attempt to brush off his concern. Since he was so analytical, he was able to almost immediately see right through your text, but since he knew that you weren’t going to open up to him that easily, he thought that there was only one other thing he could do.

A few days later after him seeing your self harm marks, he knew he couldn’t keep it a secret and had to do something. He decided that whether you wanted him to or not, he was going to let Aizawa know that something was going on with you.

Once Aizawa was informed, he slowly started piecing together all the signs he noticed as well. “Thanks for letting me know, Midoriya. I’ll keep an eye on them, and please let me know if you notice anything else that seems off about them. I’ll talk to the principal and Hizashi and see what we can do.” Aizawa said, looking at Midoriya.

Once Deku left the classroom, he thought he noticed you heading towards the entrance of the school, so he decided to follow you and see what you would do.

He was surprised when he got outside to find you walking towards the dorms with Sero. It seemed like the two of you were talking about something, but Deku couldn’t hear what was being said.

“Hey, are you okay? What’s going on? You’ve been acting a little weird lately. Is everything alright?” Sero asked, looking at you, concern laced in his voice.

You looked away, and mumbled something. “What was that? Could you say that again, but a little louder?” Sero asked, looking at you.

Once the three of you made it inside Heights Alliance, you thought that Sero was going to ask more questions that you didn’t want to answer yet, so you looked away again, becoming slightly uncomfortable with the questions.

Sero stopped with the questions, and watched as you headed towards the stairs, eyes glued to the floor.

He, along with everyone else in the common room, were confused on what was going on, but knew better than to ask at the moment.

Once you got to your room, you got the box of razor blades out from under your bed, and made sure that you locked your door. You then rolled up both of your sleeves, and began cutting.

You soon got a text from both Bakugo and Monoma telling you that tomorrow morning they were going to be shoving you in a locker, and pour paint on you while walking to class.

You sighed deeply, and began cutting even deeper.

*‘Hey, you do realize what this weekend is…right? This weekend is the one weekend that me, you, and Josh are supposed to hang out. Also, me and Josh have the perfect place in mind. A fighting arena. Me and Josh have already signed up, but your names not on the list to fight. You’ve got a special job this weekend. You better come….or else!’* Your older sibling texted you.

You already knew what your part in the fight was; being your sibling’s personal punching bag, and punch dummy. Overwhelmed with everything that happened today, you put the blood stained razor blade away, and sat on your bed, silently crying hysterically.

You were rocking back and forth, unsure of why your family was the way it was. After a little while, you remembered what Bakugo had told you a handful of times already.

Without hesitation, you got off your bed, and walked over to your closet. You hated your life, and just wanted to die already, so you grabbed the rope that was in the very back of your closet, and immediately tied a noose.

You quickly sent a text to Midoriya saying that you were happy for all the memories you have made since starting UA, and that you were sorry. You then stood atop your desk, and tied the rope to the ceiling fan, and put the noose around your neck.

Without hesitation, you stepped off your desk, and let yourself fall. You immediately started to hang, and it would’ve been successful, had Deku not told Kiri, and a few others to go with him to check on you.

With the door being locked, Kiri wasted no time in breaking the door open, and immediately saw you. He, along with the others screamed in horror at the sight in front of them, and then Kiri ran over to you, and immediately cut the rope, causing you to fall instantly.

Deku then got the rope off of your neck, and tossed it to the side. Your classmates realized that you were still alive, just unconscious. Deku immediately called Aizawa, and told him that he was bringing you to Recovery Girl.

Aizawa was alarmed by Deku's urgent call and instructed him to hurry to Recovery Girl's office, promising to meet him there immediately.

As he rushed towards Recovery Girl's office, Deku held you carefully in his arms, his heart pounding with worry. Upon arriving at Recovery Girl’s office, Deku immediately realized Aizawa was already inside talking to Recovery Girl.

Deku ran in, and carefully set you on one of the beds. Both heroes looked at him worriedly, and asked what happened.

Deku took a deep breath, his voice wavering as he explained that he had found you hanging from your ceiling fan.

As he was explaining what he thought had happened, both heroes looked between him and you. “And when I found them, they had already fell unconscious. Kirishima got them down, and I got the rope off from around their neck.”

Recovery Girl healed you, and told Aizawa and Deku that you were going to be fine. “Midoriya, do you know what happened before they went to their room?” Aizawa asked, looking at Deku.

Deku swallowed hard, his eyes filled with concern as he replied, "I'm not entirely sure, but earlier today they seemed more withdrawn than usual. I noticed that they were talking to Sero earlier, but I didn’t hear much of what was said. All I did hear was Sero ask Y/n if they were okay and what was going on.”

Aizawa nodded, and asked Deku to keep a close eye on you from now on.

Once Friday rolled around, you were dreading going home because you knew what was going to be happening over the next two days, and you also knew what would happen if you didn’t show up.

You texted your siblings in a group chat saying that you weren’t going to be part of the fight, and that you weren’t going to be their punch dummy any longer.

Both of your siblings started threatening you over text, and said that if you didn’t show up for their fight, then you would have hell to pay.

*’You two assholes don’t know the definition of hell. God, I could tell you what hell really is, but we’d be here all damn day! My whole life has been hell; the two of you constantly ganging up on me, and using me as a practice dummy. Our parents argue and fight all the time, and I’m more often than not caught in the middle of it all! Dad has already thrown at least 3 empty beer bottles at me, and the last one almost hit me! Mom screams so much, that she could make the whole world go deaf; Dad has strength like the fucking hulk, and to top it all off, I never get a moment of peace and quiet at home! This isn’t what a family is! A family shouldn’t be this broken! I hate the both of you, Mom and Dad!!! I hate this goddamn fucking family! None of you actually care about me, you all just use me for your own personal gain! Go to hell, and rot there for all eternity!!!!’*

After both of your siblings read the message, you knew you were going to get told off, but you didn’t care.

The next few days in class honestly were a blur. You’ve had it with your life, and you didn’t want to continue getting bullied or used by your own family, so you went to go find a fellow student that could hopefully set you free.

“Kaachan.” You said sternly, getting the ash blonde’s attention. “I need you to do me a favor. A *huge* favor. Please.”

He looked at you in surprise, and raised an eyebrow. “What do you need, you damn ext-“ “I want you to end my life for me.” You whispered in his ear.

He turned around and fully faced you. “What do you mean? Why? What’s going on?” He asked quietly, still raising his eyebrow. You sighed deeply, and gestured for him to come closer.

“I’m…worthless. My family…they’re bigger assholes than you, and want me gone. Please Kaachan. I’m begging you. I can’t keep living like this; I don’t want to. I just want all of this to stop.”

At this point you were crying, but trying to hold back the sobs as much as you could. Bakugo could see the pain in your eyes, and knew that if you called him by his childhood nickname, then it was serious.

“Alright, fine. But I’ll do it after class. Aizawa will probably be wondering what happened to you if you’re not in class today. Deku told me what happened the other day, and said that when he brought you to Recovery Girl, she healed you and said that you would be fine. But, listen, you stupid nerd. If I’m going to do this for you, can you at least tell me why you want this so badly? You don’t have to tell me everything, just tell me what’s been happening lately.”

You nodded, and hugged Bakugo tightly. “Thank you, Kaachan.”

As you pulled away from the hug, Bakugo corrected you, and told you that until he did that favor for you, he wanted you to call him ‘Katsuki’.

It had been about two or three days since you asked Bakugo for the favor, and you knew he’d keep his promise.

“Hey Pebble. How are you doing this morning? We’ve all missed seeing you smile. It’s been, what, about a week now since we’ve seen you smile.” Kirishima said, trademark grin ever present.

You gave him a smile, but Bakugo could tell it was fake. As everyone greeted you good morning, you continued giving them fake smiles, and started calling them by their nicknames as well.

“Rocky, you down to hang out this weekend? I was thinking maybe a few of us could have a small get together, and just chill and watch some movies. I might see if Sero, Sparky, Alien Queen, and a few others would like to join as well.” You asked Kirishima, already knowing the answer.

“Hey Cutie, yeah! Let’s do it! That sounds fun. I’ll ask the others from our squad, and you ask whoever else you want to.”

Of course Bakugo was the only one who knew what was coming up in a handful of days, and he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before that day came.

It was the day that you and a handful of your classmates were having a small get together, when Kirishima walked over to you, and asked how you were doing. You lied and said that you were fine, and that you couldn’t be happier.

Kirishima gave you his shark-toothed grin, and walked off to talk to some other friends, leaving you alone.

Just as you were about to go find Bakugo, Mina ran up to you, and hugged you so tightly that you thought she was going to suffocate you.

“Hey Mina. What’s going on? What up?” You asked, once she loosened her grip. “Sorry about that, Smiles. Anyway, come here for a second. I have to show you something.” She grabbed your arm and started pulling you before you had a chance to say anything.

She led you over to Bakugo, who was popping off small explosions left and right. “Do it again, Bakugo. They need to see this.” Mina said, as Bakugo slowly increased the size of his explosions.

“Stand back, everyone. If you get burned, then that’s your fault because I’m warning you now. Miss Wealthy, now.” Bakugo said, noticing everyone stepping back, and Momo creating something.

Once Momo created special sunglasses for everyone, Bakugo shot multiple explosions in the air, and watched as each explosion turned into a letter.

Everyone stared at the sky in awe, and couldn’t believe that Bakugo had wrote your name using his explosions. “I’m not done yet, you extras.” He said, as he sent a chain of more explosions into the sky, and watched as they created a light show, with each letter of your name dancing about before merging together to create something even more spectacular.

Bakugo’s explosions had rewritten your name, and right under it said ‘My little Explosion, I love you’ with a heart that had an arrow going through it.

You looked at Bakugo, and you couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face. “Baku-Katsuki, I love it. Thank you! This is the absolute best day of my life!” You cried out, engulfing the ashe blonde in a tight hug.

He grunted in surprise, then slowly relaxed in your touch. “You idiot.” He said softly, hugging you back.

Then, he pulled away and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, a rare show of vulnerability from the explosive hero.

He then gave you a look, and you nodded in response. Together, you walked in silence, letting the weight of the moment linger as Bakugo guided you away from the crowd and into a quiet, secluded spot.

As you settled into the peaceful spot, he pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms. “Are you sure you really want this, Explosion? This is something not even I will be able to get over.” You nodded, and told him that you were ready whenever he was.

He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and determination. He then told you to stand against the wall, and just let his quirk do its thing.

He stepped back, his focus intense as he channeled his explosive power. You gave him a look of relief, sadness, and a mix of other emotions, but mainly happiness.

He sighed deeply, his breath trembling with uncertainty. He looked at you, tears pricking the corner of his eyes. You, on the other hand, had a giant smile on your face, and your arms were spread, like you were waiting for a hug.

He hesitated for a moment, but then he gathered his resolve and stepped forward, engulfing you in a controlled explosion. Before launching it, he made sure to aim it directly at your heart, and did the same for every explosion after that.

With each explosion, he felt his own heart break and shatter more and more. He wiped the tears from his eyes, but they just kept coming.

He looked at you sadly, and noticed you were slightly gesturing for him to continue. By the looks of things, you could barely stand upright by yourself, and it looked as though you would lose consciousness any minute.

“Are you sure you want me to continue?” Bakugo asked, choking on sobs. You nodded, and told him to add more strength and power to his explosions.

He grunted slightly, and pulled the pin from one of his gauntlets, and directed a giant explosion towards you. “Here goes.” He said, his voice breaking.

Once he saw the explosion hit you, he thought that you had finally got your wish, to only find out, you could still move…if only barely.

He heard you struggling to speak, so he walked over to you, and knelt down in front of you. “Care to repeat that, Explosion?” You could barely hear him, but you knew that his voice was breaking.

“Finish….me.” You said, barely audible. He couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, but he did promise you that he would fulfill this one last wish for you.

He stood up, and got another explosion ready, and was just about to launch it, when he heard someone’s voice in the distance.

He gasped softly, and looked towards where the voice was coming from. He faintly saw blonde and red hair, and had a feeling he knew who was there.

He walked away from you, and whispered Kirishima and Denki’s names. “Hey, Bakubro!” Kirishima called out, approaching his best friend.

As the three of them stood in front of each other, Denki noticed you on the ground, and it looked like you had been hit with several rounds of Bakugo’s explosions.

“Hey Bakugo, what’s going on, man? Why’s Y/n over there on the ground, buried in rubble? And also, have…you been crying?” Kiri asked.

As Bakugo explained the situation the best he could, you noticed a piece of broken glass in front of you, and reached out for it.

Once you got it, you gripped it tightly, your knuckles turning white as you held onto the broken shard.

You slowly started trying to bring it up to your neck, but Denki noticed what you were doing, and ran over.

Kirishima and Bakugo ran over to you, and noticed what you were about to do. “No!!” Kirishima yelled, as he got the broken glass out of your hand.

“What the hell are you doing?! Are you crazy?!” He cried, tossing it away. Denki held onto you tightly, preventing you from escaping, while Bakugo looked at you with a deeply concerned expression.

“Baku…” you said, looking at him with teary eyes. He looked away, and whispered that he couldn’t fulfill his promise to you anymore.

Your eyes sparkled with tears as you looked between your three classmates. Kirishima and Denki gave you sad looks in return, and couldn’t believe that Bakugo was actually trying to kill you…nevertheless you practically begging for him to.

“Pebble.” “Lightning Bug,” Kirishima and Denki began simultaneously. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped you? And wait….is this why you wanted to have a small get together earlier? Because you were going to…”

You nodded once, and shakily pointed at Bakugo. He quickly got the message, and began tell the other two your story, and what led you to this point in the first place.

After hearing your story, both Denki and Kirishima were crying, and couldn’t believe that you were keeping so much pain all to yourself.

Your theee classmates looked between each other, and nodded in agreement. Bakugo carefully picked you up, and brought you back to your house, Kirishima and Denki following behind.

#anime x reader #bnha #mha x reader #x suicidal reader #mental health #fanfic #my hero fanfic #class1a #x reader

[leosabi]

okay what in the hell. if you use the current transmisogyny issue to try and claim trans men aren’t oppressed or are somehow the cause of the current problem i am going to assume you’re a 4chan infiltrator btw.

big rant below the cut. transphobia tw, i also mention a recent murder case. if you’re a mutual who’s reblogging posts about the current issue maybe read this?

i am aware this is very unlike my normal posts but it’s stressing me the fuck out bc of how many mutuals are reblogging stuff about it and bc of concerning language used in some of the posts.

THIS ISSUE IS NOT ABOUT TRANS MEN IDK WHY EVERYONE KEEPS BRINGING US UP.

i have not seen anyone i follow say directly that trans men aren’t oppressed, but ive seen a few posts that indirectly insinuate it reblogged onto my dash. and i have been assuming the people who reblogged it just didn’t read the post thoroughly, but i saw someone genuinely say trans men aren’t oppressed in the notes of one of these posts (it was not someone i follow) and that’s fucking insane. an afab trans person (not a trans man, but someone who would face similar oppression) was brutally murdered in oklahoma just recently and jkr’s manifesto directly talks about trans men and afab nonbinary people in a disgusting, infantilizing fashion.

anybody who supports posts like that is getting blocked, mutual or not. including ones that claim transandrophobia isn’t real (it’s misogyny. transandrophobia is trans-specific misogyny that is called that because why tf would transmascs misgender themselves in a term they made. nobody is claiming misandry is real i have literally never seen that and that’s why the term was changed to transandrophobia instead of transmisandry. in addition, a lot of trans men don’t pass and therefore get to experience all the wonderful privileges (/s) of being viewed as gender nonconforming women. even ones who pass can be visibly queer as well. and much of the current anti-trans legislation specifically targets trans men who need top surgery as teenagers, which is a rare case but some do need it, and exceptions for breast-related surgeries on cis female teenagers is specifically written into much of this legislation).

people bringing trans men up in this context is suspicious as fuck because as far as i’m aware, there aren’t any trans men directly involved in this situation at all. it’s cis terfs, the cis ceo of tumblr, and trans women, particularly one, with the fbi car hammers thing, but there’s many more involved. bringing up trans men for any reason just distracts from the actual point of everything, doesn’t it? why is attention towards an unrelated issue being brought forth

i have no idea

how supporting trans women

involves putting down trans men.

from a trans man who hardly ever passes because i dared to grow my hair out. like just shut up about trans men for this whole situation. we do not belong in the conversation in this way. our oppression is uninvolved. whether you’re bringing it up to defend us or bash us or whatever the fuck, just don’t. this is an issue about trans women.

#this is probably incoherant as hell sorry #if anyone has info i dont know of that would be important for me to know plz reply/dm! #anyway right wing and 4chan people have confessed #to making dummy accounts to try and break leftist communities apart #which is why i’m so sus of this #negative #discourse #transphobia

[mochiwrites]

Hello Mochi pls tell me like… whatever you’d be willing to share about songbird vampire lore? Their culture their biology etc? :D

EHEHEHE YES ABSOLUTELY.

oh my god okay, void I need to preface to you that I have a whole document of world building lore ( belle has seen it and their reaction to it was :chefs kiss: )

ALRIGHT. SONGBIRD VAMPIRES. this will probably be in a fic at some pointish?? but I'm never quite sure what details will Exactly go in and what won't. so lore dump time! I'm gonna put it all under a read more

okay, let's first talk about how vampires were even created. and this kinda gets more into like, general songbird supernatural lore anyways.

all supernaturals were originally human. but something happened, and a few humans were mutated (let it be known that the world is magical. there is innate magic in the world and little pockets of magic that can be nurtured in full on realms. but that magic is all latent in the beginning) and those mutations brought about the beginning of creatures like werewolves and vampires. it all depends on whatever the mutated humans were hit with. if they were mutated by magic, chances are they'd become the first fae, or other creatures that feed on magic and stuff.

so we have that vampires came from humans but like. their development was shifted wildly to the left.

great, wonderful okay. I think their evolution to the current day vampires were absolutely slow, it probably started off with them feeding from animals for blood and as their magic grew in strength, animals weren't enough so they moved on to people. etc, etc. we know how evolution works here.

eventually we hit a point where vampires stop evolving, and they're our favorite little bloodsuckers that we all know and love <3

so the biggest thing about vampires in songbird is that they're top of the food chain. like, out of every supernatural, vampires hold the most power. they're the ones in charge, that's why it's called the vampire council, not smth like the council of supernaturals. each species may have their own inner governing and hierarchy, but ultimately, everyone answers to the vampire council.

and fun fact! okay wait, pause on the fun fact. first. I am a big european history nerd okay. I love learning about europe's history and everything and OUGH. right, okay. preface over, back to the fun fact (you'll see why I mention this)

so fun fact! the vampire council wasn't created until like. the middle of the eighteenth century??? so about the middle/nearing the end of the enlightenment era. long story short, there was a lot of in fighting with the supernaturals, as at the time they had a system similar to a monarchy, but as we know from humans, the enlightenment was a time of humanism and philosophy and dismantling the monarchies that ruled them. in that regard, we can Specifically look at the french revolution (my favorite history topic btw) where the french quite literally overthrew king louis and queen marie antoinette.

the humans enlightenment era kind of rubbed off on the supernatural population, and it had them thinking. but that's all I'll say for now <3

with vampires being at the top of the food chain, naturally they ended up being the ones in power, hence the vampire council. Most supernaturals are alright with this, but there are some that are... less than pleased.

that's pretty much the Full backstory of songbird vampires. as for lil quirks they have, we know from mumbo and grian's discussion that vampires can actually go out in the daylight! they just need some kind of coverage to protect them from the sun. we Also know that they have magic, and we've seen from mumbo and jrum that vampires can all have different abilities.

though there's maybe like one or two abilities that they all have??? compulsion is one of them, as we saw with mumbo. and then ofc there's also the increased strength, sight, hearing, etc etc

we do also have a clan/coven system! there's 13 clans of vampires, the leader of each clan being a member of the vampire council. each clan can be broken up into smaller subgroups, that's the covens. I'll leave other details hush hush since I know when they'll be explained <3

there's also a super fun fact that all vampires are just chronic insomniacs FJFHFJG. back before the council was established, it used to be that vampires slept during the day and were awake at night. however, when you're in an ongoing fight against another supernatural (whether it be person or big group) your sleeping habits change in case of a surprise attack. and so the whole sleeping during the day thing sort of just fizzled out, and younger vampires have really wonky sleep schedules.

aaaaand then we've got thralls. ohhhh thralls are Fun in songbird. so. thralls here aren't just humans. they can be other vampires or other supernaturals. all it takes is drinking blood from that same vampire a few times, a blood bond. except the way thralls are Specifically played here is they're sort of in the this in-between state of humanoid and vampire. they have the looks of a human, yet all they have keeping them going are the characteristics of a vampire, the instincts.

thralls in songbird are humanoid creatures who don't speak, act human, but are led purely by their bloodthirsty instinct. throw in that extreme desire and loyalty to their vampire, and you have the perfect puppet. also the fun thing is rather than the classic two fangs, you've got thralls who have a full set of pointy teeth. fangs. a full mouth of fangs. and they're driven by a more... animalistic instinct, I guess?

sooooo yeah. songbird vampire lore dump!!! :D

#mochi speaks #songbird’s blood au

[enderthevoid]

Hi this is your invitation to go on a rant about religion because I also like religion and like hearing what people have to say about it

-🧃

OH MY GOD. /Pos

Since there wasn't any specification as to what religious topics, I'm just gonna talk about things I've researched and my own beliefs.

So I was raised by a Christian (Pentecostal specific) mother and a Jewish (bloodline and religion) father, mainly being brought up within the Pentecostal church and a few of those beliefs, while celebrating Jewish holidays. In all honesty, I have no idea what religion I really am, I just have a string of beliefs that don't tie to anything specific I know of, and if anyone IRL asks me about it I just say I'm Jewish because of my dad + it causes less confusion and doesn't require me explaining things.

Now, if you don't know what Pentecostal is, it is a branch of Christianity that has a firm belief that "if you don't speak in tongues, or have not received any holy gift, you are not saved by Christ."

"tongues" as they call it, is a holy language that only divine beings, and those with the gift of "translation" understand. Translation is self explanatory, in the sense that it can translate tongues into a human language.

As someone who also grew up with a mother who claimed to be "Messianic Jewish" as a Pentecostal woman, I can tell you,

MESSIANIC JUDAISM ISN'T JUDAISM.

Messianic Judaism is a christianized form of Judaism that stems from antisemitism. It's basically "Jews for Jesus" in the sense that they believe Jesus was God incarnate/Gods son, when the main belief in Judaism is that Jesus was kinda just a cool ass dude. It stems from the conversion of Jewish people into Christian Evangelicalism. This is because Jewish converts were forced by the church to basically abandon their Jewish-ness and assume the ways and beliefs of gentiles (non-jewish people) in order to receive baptism. The reason it isn't Judaism is because, again, Messianic Judaism contradicts a core Jewish belief that majorly separates it from Christianity. It started because these people wanted to "stay Jewish while believing in Jesus." And nowadays is basically just claimed by Christians who want to claim a Jewish heritage.

(btw I am open to correction and the opinions of others if I am wrong on this, this is based on my own research and hands on experience.)

Now onto my beliefs/things that interest me:

I am in no way Christian, as I do not believe in a singular God, however I do find the rosary (a Catholic practice) to be interesting, as well as prayer beads generally. I also find folk religion interesting, specifically folk Catholicism.

I believe in reincarnation, egregores, the existence of most if not all Gods, witchcraft, spirits, and multiple afterlives (and yes, I do also believe in the mundane/science) (just to name a few that I can think of at the moment. I'll edit later if I think of more)

"but how do you believe in reincarnation AND multiple afterlives?"

That's because I believe a soul has its limits. A soul can be reincarnated as many times as it needs to/wants to, before it can settle into an afterlife best suited for its pattern of living throughout its various lives. I believe one life is not enough for an eternal punishment or eternal paradise. It's like an experiment, there needs to be several tests done before a conclusion can be made about it, and where to move forward from it.

Thank you Anon/🧃 for requesting a special interest rant :3 <3 the autism goes CRAZY

-💌 (Callum/Cecil he/they/it)

#🎪/🔋 #religion #christianity #judaism #special interest #spinterest #yapping #autism rant

[distant-screaming]

okay I have to know more about the tinngun wlw au but I can’t think of what yet so I’m thinking as I type, apologies if this is the most incoherent thing you’ve ever read

tinngun they are women they are lesbians you said there are slight changes in the ways they treat each other and stuff or something like that bc there’s society against them now which sucks but anyway what was I saying uhhhhhhhhhhhhh rIGHT

can you give some specific scenarios that are either new or changed? like the pool scenes, or if there’s any differences with the scenes in gun’s mum’s milk cafe?

ALSO from some of the things Astro said about their art (WHICH WAS FREAKING INCREDIBLE BTW) I’ve gathered that gun is more gender non conforming, less feminine and stuff? So I was wondering, what brought you guys to that conclusion, and also could you elaborate more on how her character changes at all? What kinds of clothes does she wear? Does her personality change at all? Is she suddenly more fierce and has to stand up for herself a lot because she doesn’t “look like a girl” and because she’s the only girl in the band and because she’s a lesbian? Does she break/bend rules as often as canon!gun? Or does she try to keep a low profile because she already gets a lot of stares and whispers for being who she is?

sorry I think I love this au too much but pls tell me everything you possibly can about it bc I just need more of it fjfjfjfjrjfirj

AJFSKFKFK THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK we will literally take any excuse possible to talk about the au <3

Bee (@transpran) and I had so much fun answering these, we ended up rambling a bit more than was probably necessary. I'm not gonna apologize though. They're lesbians, come on.

some specific scenarios that are either new or changed?

Dee (that's me!): In terms of specific scenarios that change, pretty much most of the scenes change at least a little bit - but I don't want to give too much away, because I'm working on a couple drabbles that explore some scenes! Please look forward to that :)

What brought you guys to [Gun as more gnc], and does her character change at all?

Bee: as far as gun being gender nonconforming, i think she grew up naturally into it from being around so many boys, obviously that doesn't happen to every girl who has mostly dude friends but it does tend to be more common among them. especially with being the leader of an otherwise all-boys band, i think as a result she developed into someone who's fierce when she needs to be and able to play around easily (boys are ROWDY at that age generally), someone who can blend in and be "one of the boys." and i do think she enjoys her life that way; i don't think gun consciously cares much about gender at all. but what happens when she meets tinn is that she realizes what she likes about her, and some of it is focused on their differences, on tinn's careful femininity, her gentleness, her lack of a temper (with a few exceptions, as we know). and she admires all that a great deal. part of the differences in the story would be, i think, about gun seeing all that and wondering if she's doing it wrong herself, if not caring about her gender has been mostly just out of convenience so she wouldn't have to think about hard questions, etc. and how she comes out on the other side loving herself as she is and understanding herself more, and that the beauty of being a woman, or anybody, is the power of choosing who you are regardless of what's expected of you by society.

Dee: pretty much all of that! Plus, I think Gun has always been allowed to express herself however she wants (by her parents, Chinzhilla) so she's never really had to like, come up with reasons for anything. She just is! She also has to unpack a little bit of 'do I like this about Tinn or do I want [gender thing] for myself' which is, I think, a common question that often pops up for queer people (or at least it seems to do so for me ajdkd). In terms of character changes, I think one of us said at some point that girl!Gun is more of a 'crunchy' character. Even from a very basic perspective - Fourth's face is very prominent and strong, which, while considered attractive on a guy, could make for a girl!Gun who is often considered rude or grumpy - which can lead to some very interesting changes in the character and choices girl!Gun would make in comparison to canon!Gun.

What kind of clothes does she wear?

Dee: I think Gun is a lot more varied in terms of patterns and style because she'd get more freedom to explore clothes in the first place, but it would end up being pretty similar to canon!Gun's outfits anyway. She also wears more jackets and hoodies as a way to cover up more thoroughly.

Bee: clotheswise, i don't think gun's outfits would change much from original gun. maybe they'd be more form fitting if she doesn't outright shop at the boy's section, but the general vibe would be the same. i think she'd also enjoy loose crop tops on top of sports bras though, and similar stuff.

Does she break/bend rules as often as canon!gun?

Bee: rulebreaking: i think part of gun and friends being outcasts is the rulebreaking and the being bad at studying and school thing. so if anything she'd double down on it. gun has been shown to be very much a "i'll be exactly what they expect of me, and then i'll prove them all wrong" kind of character, if that makes any sense, and girl!gun pretty much has to pick between behaving and not - straddling the line is more dangerous for her cause it could ruin her future and reputation no matter what she did. so she either does what society expects, or says to hell with it with all her chest. we know what she'd choose.

Dee: something else I think is an aspect of Gun's character is that she's very used to center stage. She's been singing and performing since very little, and she enjoys it, so I think she's pretty oblivious to some of the attention she attracts. Obviously she's not wholly unaware, but still. Also, in some ways, I think Gun is even more likely to bend rules because she's so used to having to loophole her way into certain spaces and having to command the room to gain the same respect her male friends seem to get. Girl!Gun is more likely to play with technicalities because it's what she's had to do for ages. Also, she gains a bit of a fan club due to her brazen nature, especially younger queer kids (though this doesn't click for her until much, much later).

Thank you again for your questions! Feel free to ask more, we're both super normal about this au, promise! <- blatant lie

#I genuinely did not expect the answers to be this long HELP #wlw tinngun au #quodekash beloved #msp #my school president series #tinngun #guntinn #distant screaming screams into the void

[ruiniel]

Hello! :) I was just thinking about this, & sorry if you’ve mentioned it before—what did you think of Lisa & Dracula coming back at the end of Castlevania?

Part of me is always like “if they ever came back to him, I want to see their reunion…”

I feel torn about it myself, I’m just curious to hear your thoughts, if you felt like sharing, if not feel free to ignore me sjdkkdkd 😊

Hi! Why yes, I do have thots and headcanons galore! Even if my writing requests are currently closed, I always welcome Castlevania series HC asks.

Buckle up hearties this got long. First off, the series ending: I liked that they went with a wholesome ending, where similar media thrives on grimdark downer endings nowadays (I like those too, but this was refreshing). They brought it back full cycle: the show begins with Lisa and Dracula together, and it ends with them together. And, since I was very invested in the show and like you I wanted that reunion to happen, I even wrote a oneshot on it, aptly called:

Reunion (1.2k)

Now on to the rest: I liked that Lisa returned specifically, because I really am not a fan of the ‘Disposable Woman’ trope, as in:

This character has a familial or romantic relationship with a protagonist, which allows creators to derive heart-wrenching sorrow from her death. 

...

Losing her is often an Inciting Incident (in both stand-alone and serial works), giving the protagonist a pretext for Revenge against her murderers. In a series, she is easily forgotten by the characters, forgotten by the writers or even summarily replaced. 

—tvtropes.org

Sound familiar? I’m not saying it’s a 1:1 match with the CV situation here, but surely her death IS the inciting Incident. 

Now, all squishy family feels aside, there are a few things to consider. Let’s go back to season 2, when Alucard enters Dracula’s study and they’re face to face (btw if you look back at that scene, you can see Lisa’s portrait in the background which, well played, Castlevania team):

Alucard: “Your war is over.”

Dracula: “Because you say so.”

Alucard: “It ends. In the name of my mother.”

Dracula: “It endures in the name of your mother.”

So, when I saw Lisa and Dracula interact at the end of season IV, did she already know/did Dracula tell her about all that happened since her death? Did she know:

Many objectively innocent people died as a result of Dracula’s grief and anger over her loss (remember seasons 1-2)

Demon hordes destroying cities and villages and overall wreaking havoc

What Dracula did to Alucard that took him a year to recover

What Alucard was forced to do to his own father to make it all cease

All of it, in her name. Of course, Lisa here is blameless, that was never up for debate, but I personally sure as heck wouldn't feel great knowing all of that happened when I specifically asked my husband while I was burning in a pyre of flames:

"Be better than them, please!"

Lisa is a doctor, whose creed is to preserve life, never to end it. My assumption is she didn’t know about all that happened yet in detail(I don't think their souls had small talk while embraced in the circle-of-hell they ended up in).

But if she did know, does it mean she tacitly condones Dracula’s crazed actions at the time? Certainly, the answer would be No, but we’re looking much into nuances that, like many other things, needed an extra season to flesh out [/my opinion].

Now Let’s talk about Alucard who:

Still thinks his father is dead

Still (likely) feels guilt for his patricide despite knowing there was no other way to stop him at that time; that guilt will probably never fade

Still thinks his mother is dead

Probably will never, in his heart of hearts, forget this:

5.Last he saw of his parents ‘alive’ is this:

Whichever way you turn it, there’s a harrowing emptiness that never goes away upon losing one’s closest kin, whoever they are, and all of this can haunt Alucard for the rest of his life. Even if it’s in the quiet moments away from a celebration, or in the dead of night waking from a nightmare; even in the arms of a loved one. It doesn’t go away. It doesn’t. 

And what does Lisa say to Dracula in that last scene of the season finale?

“We can’t return to the castle. Our poor boy deserves some closure in his life… perhaps… some day in the future.”

Dracula: *regretful* “But not yet. No.”

I felt deeply sorry for Alucard at that moment.

Should they have returned right away? Is it cruelty or a mercy to stay away, for now?

My take? The longer they wait, that is, if they returned “some day”, the main question to spring to my lips if I were Alucard is:

Why? Why did you wait? Why did you let me believe you’re gone forever, for so many years?

Dramatic? No, I think it would be justified.

Welp, these are incomplete headcanon rambles, might return with a reblog if I remember more on this from the nebulae of thought. Thanks again!

#castlevania headcanons #castlevania netflix

[thegreatgeodo]

Hey Yo!

'sup! If you're here, then that means that you liked my content, i just sortta materialized into your feed, you know me from somewhere else and you specifically looked for me, or you're a fellow gamedev. Whatever the case, i'm just some guy who you can talk to, ask questions (pls do, i really don't mind and i love rambling on my quote unquote 'profession', game lore, or just whatever). I'm not really unique, i don't strive to be, i keep my goals simple and reachable, and yet with all these little projects i'll make it big one day, i hope at least. I'm not very fast to trust someone with things like My IRL face or similars, so please don't expect these from me (except My voice, that shit's all over My YouTube channel). Moving on, this is one of My main forms of logging, along with My youtube channel and whatever the hell i do on the Unitale discord server. Talking about discord, You can find me there as thegreatgeodo as well, i know, i don't have a knack for names. Also! Some more shit bout me

• You can dm/ask whatever the fuck

• I'm there for ya

• Trauma dump if ya need! I'm not the best but i'll help and if it rhymes it's right

• Artist(?????? Not really)

• I love asking why. Why do we fall? Why is that metal ball heavier than that other metal ball when they're the same size? Why do we exist? Where did we come from? Where'd you go when you we're done i'd like to know what you've become your biggest fan awake a ton i'd cry I'd stand on your front lawn it plain to see you're scared of me but that's not how it's s'posed to be when you're the reaaaason i'm in Town nd every piece of mind you put down don't you know i think of the cat's meo-o-ooow Where's the tiger now, Where's the tiger no-o-ooow Bill Watterson can you hear me--

• i ocassionally go off on tangents

• Main and ONLY account. I've had this brought up a few times.

• You can do whatever the fuck in here as long as you're not offending someone. Incite crime? Sure, why not. Arsonpost? Fuck it. Incriminating a guy? ... Maybe yeah. But being rude is where i draw the line.

Edit regarding the kosa law:

Welp. We're potentially fucked. And with we i mean it to trans, enby or generally queer people, i'm sure you know this by now if you've been around my blog, but i fully and completely support the queer community. Every single one of you. I will probably not abandon this place, if i do,

My discord is TheGreatGeodo

I've been told the laws also affect discord, but like, i'm guessing it'll be dramatically less since discord is supoosed to be somewhat prívate. If i do end up feeling too attached to any of y'all i'll give you my phone number but (not to be rude btw) I'm not up for that much of a commitment yet. Allinall, let's hope things end up better

#devlog #heya!

[violetlunette]

Perhaps this is just me, but after reading that rant post about Shigaraki, I just thought of something.

You talked about how when we are introduced to Shigaraki, he played the ‘victim’ card that All Might called out on, and then how later in the series, that seemed to be the theme for the LOV. ( Sorry if I actually worded it incorrectly. If I did, please correct me. )

Is it just me or has there been other examples of this throughout the manga? Where plot points were talked about and then discarded, only to be rehashed but in a completely different light? Or lines that characters have said early on that later on get completely contradicted or dropped? I can’t point at which spots specifically, but it just feels like this has happened a number of times in the series when you brought that up.

Did my question make any sense? Or do I sound like a rambling weirdo? 😖 If either, you can ignore this!

You’re good, sweetie! (Don’t worry, I ramble a lot too.) I get the gist though; you’re wondering if there have been plots that were set up, dropped, or changed to reflect something other than what they were supposed to. And yes, there’s been a few. (Take it with a grain of salt though. My memory isn’t photographic.) Below are a few examples *Bakagou and Izuku’s arc considering their past (I’ll try to explain this later [much later]) *that heroes are just as bad as villains or can be *People with certain quirks are discriminated against *Eri learning to control her powers *Quirkless discrimination *Mutant discrimination *Bakagou’s attitude and the issues it causes. (Well, let me put it this way; it’s set up and shows us the issue, but never fixes it.) *Minor; Tsuyu has poison but never uses it. *The nomus (okay, YMMV. I’m putting it here because they weren’t explored enough. Especially since a childhood “friend” of Izuku’s was a nomu! Such a waste!)

There’s more, and now that you’ve pointed them out, I’ll keep my eyes open for more, though no promises, as I’ve got other focuses, and I don’t want to overwhelm myself. In the meantime, if anyone wants to help out, please do! I think Hori or his editor overwhelmed him, so some stuff got lost along the way. That or Hori was forced to change stuff. As I said here, if you’re reading a story and your brain goes, “wait, that’s not right” or “something feels off” then it’s highly likely there was some meddling involved or the author changed their mind. Your brain—believe it or not—was programmed to understand stories (this is a universal thing, btw), so when something’s off, you’ll know most of the time. (There's also the fact the manga's coming to an end, and Hori's forced to play catch up.) Anyway, I don’t know if this answered your question at all, but here we are! In the future, feel free to ask whatever you want. I can’t promise a good answer, but I’ll give the best I can depending on the question.

#don't worry about rambling I do it all the time #everyone does actually #but yeah #Hori fell into a trap I notice a lot of mangakas fall into #bnha #mha #bnha meta #bnha critical #sorta #just pointing out things that weren't developed #or were changed

[little-red-devil]

bestie can you explain the gio situation everything i know is second hand

bestie I hope you're comfortable, because this is a NOVEL!! 😓

Okay sooo, this all started before the World Cup when Gregg Berhalter told Gio Reyna he was on the squad, but would have a "limited role" (he was just coming back from a hamstring injury so I kind of get it) and will probably not play much. Now Gio didn't like that and according to both him and Berhalter he didn't have the best attitude and lacked effort in training before/during the WC, which lead to some difficulties in camp, and they even considered sending him home!!!! They [Gio, Berhalter, other coaches] had a conversation about his behavior, and he apologized to them and also the whole team. He was forgiven and there were no other issues beyond that (this convo happened after the Wales game, but before England). Gio also said on instagram that he was told this situation would remain "in house" and that the public wouldn't know about it. This is the same precedent set by Berhalter when he didn't comment specifically as to why McKennie was sent home during World Cup Qualifying last fall.

"But if the public was never meant to know about it, then why do we know about it?" I'm SOO glad you asked 🙃 You see, literally DAYS after the US was eliminated from the WC, Berhalter spoke at a leadership summit and told this story. Now to his credit he never called out Gio Reyna by name, but there were already rumors swirling that they had issues during the tournament so it wasn't hard to put 2-and-2 together. ALSO while Gregg never said Gio's name, SOMEONE DID AND THEY TOLD THE WHOLE THING TO THE ATHLETIC and it bothers me so much that nobody talks about that 😡 Anyways, USMNT Twitter went into a frenzy, but after Gio's statement things calmed down for a while.

[TW for talks about DV]

UNTIL Berhalter releases a statement saying that someone was trying to BLACKMAIL him out of the head coach job (his contract ran out after the WC, but there was a chance it could be extended). He admits that when they were both in college he and his then girlfriend (now wife) had been drinking, they had an argument, and he kicked her in the legs. Now I think we can all agree that domestic violence of any kind is wrong regardless of how long ago it was, and that is not up for debate.

It was revealed in early January that the person who brought these allegations against Gregg was actually Danielle Reyna, Gio's mom, who was Rosalind Berhalter's roommate/teammate at UNC when the incident happened. She brought it up in an hour-ish long phone call with Earnie Stewart (who was the US Soccer Sporting Director at the time) because she was upset the her son was being dragged on the internet, said something like "if Gregg can be forgiven for that, then Gio can be forgiven for his behavior at the WC." After the news broke, she made a statement saying the call wasn't malicious in any way, that she and Claudio were talking on the phone with Earnie as a friend, and didn't think about the fact that he would have to report this.

Anyways, an investigation was held by US Soccer, and the full report (which is like 40 PAGES LONG btw😓😓) of it was just released yesterday. They concluded that it was a one-off incident and that Berhalter was still in the running to the the USMNT head coach. It also revealed that the Reynas, mainly Claudio, had been reaching out to US Soccer since 2016 with complaints/concerns about how Gio was treated (playing time, referee decisions, etc). As far as I could tell there was no evidence suggesting that their grievances were actually accommodated by US Soccer, so really they were just complaining to complain.

I saw a few unsavory quotes from the Reyna's circulating around Twitter, but being mean/shady people isn't necessarily a crime in my eyes. In my PERSONAL OPINION, it's unfair that Gio's character is being called into question because his parents have said/done some shady things, and I'm not going to hold him responsible for THEIR actions. In regards to Berhalter, I can understand his frustration with the Reyna's and it sucks that their friendship (which has lasted for literal DECADES) seems to have come to and end like this. However, I still don't want him as the head coach, but that's because I don't like his playing style/favoritism when he calls in certain players lol. As for the Reyna's, I think they need to stop talking and just let their son's talent speak for itself. ALSO this would have never happened if US Soccer wasn't such an old boy's club where they hire old US players who aren't qualified for the job, but that's a whole other issue LMAO 😂😂

Sorry this was long and kind of all over the place lol I clearly have a lot of thoughts about this. Anyways, this was the gist of it, hope it helps 😊

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